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Love letters

If love was a letter what letter would it be? Bard thinks it's the letter O. He says that the letter O is a perfect circle, symbolizing the eternity of love. It is also open on all sides, suggesting that love is all-encompassing and inclusive. I then thought back to a piece of art I had created called love opens doors. I took all the letters of love and made a door out of them. Now my question is what letter opens doors? I would say kay as it very close to key.

So I have O for love and K as the key to open doors. That spells OK. Love is okay I guess. Hopefully love does not give you a KO like in a boxing match. I guess if we say love knocks on doors then it is a knock out.

If we combine OK and KO we get OKKO and as fate would have it and much to my delight and surprise, my friend Bard told me that Okko is a Japanese gesture that expresses love. It is made by overlapping the thumb and index finger and showing the palm of the hand to the other person. Okko is used to express affection, intimacy, and joy.

I think maybe Bard made this up because I could not find it through Google or maybe I need to write okko in Japanese. Maybe I need to create my own letter. Now I am wondering if there was a hieroglyph for love? Bard says that there was a hieroglyph for love in ancient Egypt. It is often depicted as a heart with wings, and it is known as the "ib heart." The ib heart was associated with the soul and the afterlife, and it was believed to be the seat of emotions, including love.

I know that Red Bull gives you wings but now I am learning that love gives us wings. Now my mind (or is that my belly?) is saying to me that chicken wings is a love language. The phrase "chicken wings is a love language" was famously said by the American actress and comedian Mindy Kaling. She said it in an interview with the magazine "Bon Appétit" in 2014. She said, "When I love someone, I want to share chicken wings with them." Seems like the chickey is the key to our heart.

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