
a wooden hand cross holds
my hand back; touched
a child’s toy soldier to remind
me daily of him; once protected
a rock from the mountains; pure
joy exists.
Compartmentalized needs.
a wooden hand cross holds
my hand back; touched
a child’s toy soldier to remind
me daily of him; once protected
a rock from the mountains; pure
joy exists.
Compartmentalized needs.
We carry love with us in many forms.
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Yes, we do, and that little green man symbolizes more than anyone will probably ever realize. Thank you for reading, Dan.
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So many treasures in the car console. Nice one, Audrey.
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Tis true β‘ Thanks so much!
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With so few words shining forth the light of so much love.
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So. Much. Love. Detrimental to my well being I suppose. G.W., thank you for reading.
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