March 16, 2021

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No matter who we are, when love is in the air, our better angels are on full display. The looks are magnetic and undeniable. Invisible bonds become observable. The attraction is electric and all powerful. We nest and build families. None of us can foresee what it will bring, not the utter, wordless joys of happiness, the satisfaction of teaching our young to be better than we have been, or the inevitable searing pain this kind of love leaves with loss. And yet we will risk everything for this chance at it, to have our stories survive and get passed on. There’s a billion, billion, billion stories in the Great Out There. Every single one started when love hung in the air like this, high up in the pines, as close to the sun as we ever get.