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In the Name of Love

  I wrestled with the decision of whether or not to include a non-fiction piece in a book of short stories, yet after much deliberation it seems absolutely fitting.

   Having read this far, you have glimpsed not only a look inside my being, but inside each of us. I dare say there are few among us who don’t feel the piercing sting and silken embrace of Love throughout our daily lives. Look up the word Love in the dictionary and you’ll find phrases indicating ideas about strength of affection, deep admiration, or even devotion.

  Each of the fictional stories has, at its root, a basis in these concepts, gently folded into any number of other emotions and sentiments. Its form may shift, but its nucleus always remains intact.

  And so it is with this piece.

  This was written during one of my trips to Washington, D.C. I had walked quite a distance in one day and came to settle upon the steps leading to the Capitol Building. Evening was at hand, so I settled in and let it wrap itself around me.

  As dusk silently draped itself about the Mall, an obvious yet profound truth struck me: Love truly isn’t just for people.