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Sitting across from me was an older man. He had long wavy hair, a sloping forehead, and tan, weathered skin. His eyes were a pronounced blue-grey. It was less than a week till the end of my time at the ashram. We were seated on red cushions and waited for a chime to start our meditation. We prepared by exchanging questions. Unfortunately, I no longer remember what his was.
He asked me mine though.
What is Love?
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