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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
For some…love…is a simple formality, a transition from sweet romanticism to nuptial responsibility; for others, it becomes an endless, tempestuous enigma where microscopic components play a crucial role on the unpredictable scenario of human stage. Love was and is a mystery. Those who pretend holding the key that unravels its meanders, are perhaps, dreamers in the inscrutable, cosmic vortex of human feelings.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
For some…love…is a simple formality, a transition from sweet romanticism to nuptial responsibility; for others, it becomes an endless, tempestuous enigma where microscopic components play a crucial role on the unpredictable scenario of human stage. Love was and is a mystery. Those who pretend holding the key that unravels its meanders, are perhaps, dreamers in the inscrutable, cosmic vortex of human feelings.