Oh to dream those dreams again!
Stored in the broken heart?
Before it got so sick?
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Tank you, Anita. Bittersweet like life!
Thanks, Magi, for visiting my blog. So nice to hear from you. I'm following your fabulous 'Death Café' stories on Ann's blog. What a treat!