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I think perhaps Hamilton said it better in a letter to Eliza: You engross my thoughts too intirely to allow me to think of any thing else—you not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream—and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness.
They clink together gently as he tucks them both under his shirt, two homes side by side.
But the truth is, also, simply this: love is indomitable.