Old Love

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The words of the title are just two but they are a descriptor in not one, not two but, wait for it, at least three ways. And I am all the lucky for it. The first is that love itself is a peculiar beast, especially if you have never known it before except from and then towards your Mum. The second is that it seems to have many modern, temporary iterations but, at least as I have experienced it, with an older and more permanent remaining still. And finally it is all the more peculiar because I have found it so late in life.

Let me explain.