...All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to...
Story - Brandi Carlile
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but you have...
an old friend who daily taste the bitter cold and the southern winds,
someone who dwells in the sea among the kelp,
someone who reads your path and the lines of your tale,
someone who wishes to see you flying free and light,
with no load in those butterfly wings,
other than the weight of love.
Thanks, dear friend...
Love for you... ever...
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