Mystica

In the words of Anais Nin: "Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." ________________________________________ We must foster love and spread light. In every acorn there is a mighty oak that will never grow if we smash it or keep it from the light. Try building a house of smashed acorns.