Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings – Gustave Flaubert
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings

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