There is a kiss of welcome and of parting; the long, lingering, loving, present one; the stolen or mutual one; the kiss of love, of joy, and of sorrow; the seal of promise and receipt of fulfillment. It is strange, therefore, that a woman is invincible whose armory consists of kisses, smiles, sighs and tears?
-Haliburton
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