In the dark,
as a harbinger
of horizon’s light:
the herald’s song,
solo bird’s
opening line.
What hope floats
through my open window
to remind:
courage upon blindness
most often rides.
In the lightening mist
before the sun arrives,
the first chords inspire
the chorus to rise…
Laura Denise 
Precious Laura,…it always makes my heart and soul smile to read your words. Just knowing you’re here. Much love my friend. 💕❤️🙏🏻🥰
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I just returned (again/ for a moment…?), dear Karla. I have been thinking about you a lot lately, my sweet sister. ❤
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