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A newly wedded couple celebrating in the garden of their summer residence. Seventeen years ago to the day. Feels like it was yesterday. [embedded content] As always, for you, Jeanette. Though I speak with the tongues of angels, If I have not love… My words would resound with but a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy… And understand all mysteries… and all knowledge… And though I have all faith So that I could remove mountains, If I have not love… I am nothing.
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A newly wedded couple celebrating in the garden of their summer residence.
Seventeen years ago to the day. Feels like it was yesterday.
As always, for you, Jeanette.
Though I speak with the tongues of angels,
If I have not love…
My words would resound with but a tinkling cymbal.
And though I have the gift of prophecy…
And understand all mysteries…
and all knowledge…
And though I have all faith
So that I could remove mountains,
If I have not love…
I am nothing.