A warm evening in summer, the heady scent of the Star Gazer Lily wafting upon the soft breeze, a quiet secluded corner of the garden... it's inevitable that thoughts and hearts turn towards love.
Crickets will sing their mating songs, nesting sparrows will snuggle a little closer, a young couple will hold hands and talk in hushed whispers about the future. And yes, even slugs would hold hands, if they had any to hold.
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