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I am missing you. I am frantic - yes - the word you used I think - a good one to explain the whirl of life lately. But please know that you are always an angel in my eyes. And I am always wishing you love and joy. All my love...marcia
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I won't pretend to know where you are. I won't even pretend to know where I am. But I will promise to always hold your hand no matter where we are. Willing peace and love into your path from here. I love you, angel. Hang in there.
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I had the most perfect dream about you last night. I'll write later as soon as work slows. I hope the dream is a good sign and means that all is well in your usually chaotic world. But of course you actually live in many worlds and I'm just blessed that one of them is mine. You are a magic. And I am blessed. Love...m
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Bravo for the healing power of new clothes. I miss you. Will write tomorrow. In need of escape from the hopeful panic in my throat. (That's the worst kind you know.) Meet me somewhere mossy with waterfalls???
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Oh, baby. So glad you're back. I'd been worried, but in too much of a depression to figure out how to write or how to reach you. I've missed you! Your life still sounds chaotic, even with the vacation. Let me know how you are. I'll write later or tomorrow when work is still. Love, m
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Oh, yes, most definitely black russians. Miss you much...neither of us have had much time to breathe lately, much less write. Regarding confusion: boys are strange, but this one sounds a little stranger than normal. Your always in my thoughts. Mental vacation going nicely! Love lots, M.
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Sorry about work honey. Everything will be okay. Hollar if you need anything.
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Coming from You, that is a compliment of the highest sort. (One I don't deserve.) Hope your continuing to get better. *blowing kisses to all the bruised and swollen parts* Love, M.
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rip seams and enjoy
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Poor little darling. Pain of any sort can be very trying; of course your emotion will be a bit off-kilter. People better be gentle with you today, if not they'll have me to deal with. (P.S. If it's codeine, it probably is making you nauseous, can cause headaches too.) Feel better friend, Love...m
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You gifted darling. How do you find lyrics that speak to our hearts so perfectly? Like an echo crossing oceans, shaking souls on its journey. Lovely.
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beautiful...
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You are a blessing. My thanks. Never doubt the power of the ties that bind. Even the invisible ones. All will be well again (for us both.) *inhaling deeply* Love...M
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how would you like a postcard?
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beautiful writing lovey. your words echo some of the pain i know too well. that scares me for you, but also tells me that you are as amazing as i sensed. we are all around you. just breathe.
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Middles are much better beginnings anyway, my love. And when told well, they make the true beginning nearly unworthy of what they have become. You have honored me and I am grateful; it means more than you know. I look forward to your path of words. Love, M.
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