Yes. It’s in the wardrobe under the box of printer paper. So I run upstairs – out of breath – open the double doors and the lingering scent has me forgetting what I came for and light shimmers
My dear friend, I truly think of you daily, how you are doing and praying for your heart to feel the love and support that I send your way on the wind. Moments that take your breath, and force a skipped breath. I know…xx
So deeply, deeply moving..in those few words, so much unspoken.
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My dear friend, I truly think of you daily, how you are doing and praying for your heart to feel the love and support that I send your way on the wind. Moments that take your breath, and force a skipped breath. I know…xx
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My words are unspoken, but you know what they are. You are both in our hearts always. XX
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Ahhh Simon, the power of this imagery is profound. Sending healing energy your way… xox
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