The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

Do Bold

 “Let us also produce some bold act of our own—and join the ranks of the most emulated.” (Seneca, Letters, 98.13 b)



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