writing


Is too tired to write…an excuse?  Anyway, here it is… I am sitting under a willow tree in my aunt’s yard. She is there, in spirit and in love, and her words whisper wind rustling leaves in my ear. I am there, in her love and her spirit, and that will never leave me. She will never leave me, and now, she will never leave you, now that I’ve shared her.

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