A favorite poem.
Thank you. That was nice.
those "glimpses of time" within hurried lives are a balm and a blessing.
I do want to stop there too, with you at my elbow, or interlocking your arm with mine, maybe hiking through the woods to find the lighthouse like we did over a decade ago...remember? I am missing my big sister!
I am missing my little sis! Was that really ten years ago? Gah! Let's not let any more time slip through.
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