I flew in in the dark of night,
saw the lights of a city to where I’d never been.
In to a state I’d not once seen,
and a part of the country still foreign to me.
Welcomed with open arms, yet I could not feel them.
Searching aimlessly by my own accord,
instead of submitting to the joys of freedom;
ones offered by just stepping off the plane.
And when I left, I called and told him about the cookies.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Takes courage to travel to a new place – something sweet in one’s mouth helps.
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I’ve run short of courage. Bitterness seems to remain. Such a shame.
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Sorting the emotional shelves surely takes time, Aud.
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Surely does and always good to share poetry written when doing so, Mark.
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I love finding new cookies while visiting other areas.
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Those cookies were a great conversation piece. I really enjoyed them.
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So glad you mentioned the cookies. Helps with the missing.
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Thank you, John. A way to stay connected.
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