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Oct 2022
Love is all. All is love.

The smallest thing you can see is an atom. The largest things you can see are billions of galaxies. All the things we can see, however small or large, are illusions. Love, though we cannot see it, is infinite, is reality.

If you know a dialect or language that is different from English, write to your friend who speaks that dialect or language and tell your friend you’re thinking of her/him.

Also, please share with her/him my commentary, PEACE ON EARTH THROUGH LOVE, with the hope it can be translated into the dialect or language she/he speaks. As well, ask your friend if she/he could do the same with a friend of theirs, if their situation is the same as yours.

No one can ever receive too much love.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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TOD HOWARD HAWKS  80/M/Boulder, CO
(80/M/Boulder, CO)   
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