<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[the feminist librarian]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[http://thefeministlibrarian.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[Anna Clutterbuck-Cook]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://thefeministlibrarian.com/author/feministlib/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[the language of&nbsp;love]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<div class="separator" style="clear:both;text-align:center;"><a href="http://www.justshoregirls.com/images/blog/vintage_girls.jpg" style="margin-left:1em;margin-right:1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://i0.wp.com/www.justshoregirls.com/images/blog/vintage_girls.jpg" width="257" /></a></div>
<p>This one&#8217;s for <a href="http://karracrow.blogspot.com/">Hanna</a>.</p>
<blockquote><p>They smiled, comforted, joyful, trembling, certain that they would never settle for a brief<br />adventure, because they were born to share life in its totality and to undertake together the<br />audacity of loving each other forever.</p>
<p>~ Isabel Allende, <i>Of Love and Shadows</i> (126).</p></blockquote>
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