Mister Albuquerque walks pleasant in the woods. The trees, the opalescent sun through the branches. Suddenly a flying creature flips before his eyes. A turtledove. Feather plume fall onto his hands. A golden one. «Admirable animals, our friends». It happens mister Albuquerque hears a laughter. «Dove?» - wonders.
- No. Love. My name is Love. That golden feather is mine.
A smile. Mister Albuquerque was pleased. So, you're Love. Ok, I won't question - in his heart he knew turtledove was a wonderful creature.
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