Typing a comment after reading this feels sacrilegious. If we were sitting together in a small, candlelit circle somewhere, I would let you see the awe at work on my face—the deep mystery you’ve woven working its way into my heart. I would sigh deeply and let my eyes close as my hands come to rest over my heart.
Typing a comment after reading this feels sacrilegious. If we were sitting together in a small, candlelit circle somewhere, I would let you see the awe at work on my face—the deep mystery you’ve woven working its way into my heart. I would sigh deeply and let my eyes close as my hands come to rest over my heart.
Your comment is a beautiful gift and it brought tears to my eyes. Thank you 🙏 ❤️
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