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“There is nothing more powerful than love. Absolutely nothing. If you need a lift, turn to the place of love in your own life, whomever, wherever or whatever it may be. Love heals.”

Quote by Laurence Overmire

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Laurence Overmire

Laurence Overmire, born on August 17, 1957, is a British actor with a rich experience in film and television. He is known for his roles in various productions. more

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