“Why“, they ask her,
“why him?”.
She tells them the day we met, when we laughed and we spoke for hours,
she felt the shackles disappear,
she felt unfettered,
she felt free.
She felt, for the first time,
that all she needed to be,
was herself.
Why him?
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February 28, 2018
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Wonderful!
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thank you yet again my friend ✌
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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many thanks again my dear friend … warmest wishes and peace ✌
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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😊✌
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✌☺
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The most beautiful gift of all 🌷
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indeed love and pure unconditional love is the most beautiful gift of all, you are so right, my friend.
Warmest wishes and Peace and Equality and Love for All ✌
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This is beautiful.
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thank you as always, friend – your words are deeply felt and appreciated.
Peace and Equality and Love for All ✌
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