The rain outside is a salve for the sere season past. It is a raging river, falling slivers at a time, mad-dancing, crazymaking on the tin roof out back, tapping on the bedroom windows inviting slumberers to stay a bit longer, satisfy the senses between the sheets
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I think you can manage this- the passion you bring into all things will guide you and be your strength.
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I am counting on my passion carrying me through to the other side!
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You are so wise, my friend.
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*love*
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yes!
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