We are made of memory.
I walked with Tina last night, in the garden she was unable to properly enjoy before she crossed over.
We talked about roses, climbers and hybrid teas.
She put her head on my shoulder, exhausted, and I asked her if she was ready for her journey. She was.
It was a glowingly auspicious meeting in the nethers, in the slipshod dreamstate where lately I ( Read more... )
We talked about roses, climbers and hybrid teas.
She put her head on my shoulder, exhausted, and I asked her if she was ready for her journey. She was.
It was a glowingly auspicious meeting in the nethers, in the slipshod dreamstate where lately I ( Read more... )
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The way? The way is unique to you... You'll see it...
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I do believe in "visits". It's a blessing to be able to get them.
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