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Whenever I
get gloomy
with the state
of the world, I think about the
arrival's gate at Heathrow airport. General opinion started
to make out that we're living in a world of hatred and greed.
But I don't see that, seems to me that love is
everywhere. Often it's not
particularly dignified or
newsworthy, but it's always there, fathers and sons, mothers
and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends,
girlfriends, old friends. When the plane hit the Twin
Tower, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from
people on board were messages of hate or revenge. They
are all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky
feeling
you'll find that love actually is all around.
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