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Time all of it unmeasured and continuous, fleeting and full. Somehow it blends, and stirs, memories come and rest. What a beautiful gift to love and be loved.
My Godmother Mary is an amazing woman, her heart is golden, and her bones ivory. Her home is a sanctuary where darkness has no room. When she embraces me, I know the meaning of heaven on earth.
Mary collects feelings, weaving them into soft spots. Her ear is ready to listen far into the night. When I am with her there is no other place I would...
