sometimes I ask the questions
no one answers
I read letters I kept hidden
listen to your breakdowns
but time does not matter here
neither does age
been down this road so many times
I never get lost
I only know that doors stay locked
when you are ready to not look back
I know that when I walk ahead of you
you turn to find me.
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I feel the truth you share. much love, in lak’ech, Debra
Thank you!
Hello dear Chistina. I am enjoying your work this early morning in Michigan.
Thank you so much!