Outside, I open a letter just arrived.
This friend has not written in some while
but I have not moved homes in so long,
it reaches me just the same.
I have not moved in so long,
my legs are napping.
I stretch out in the sunshine.
Untouched by grass.
Rested on sun-soaked concrete,
draped in soft blanket.
From here, I can see inside.
Inside,
where my love is making something beautiful.
Today is something beautiful, too,
but we can take no credit
for skies so blue.
I start my letter back
with stunning truth:
Hello, my friend.
Thank you for your letter.
Nothing more extraordinary than this has happened
in a good,
long while.
rarasaur 
Love.
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Thank you ❤️
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Oh, friendship
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A beautiful thing indeed.💕
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I love the quiet peace you’ve expressed here.
Alison xo
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Thank you, Alison 🙂
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This is a beautiful poem.
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Thanks 🙂❤️
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This is so lovely, so peaceful. Just what I needed today, thank you.
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Thank you ❤️💕
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Nothing more extraordinary than this has happened
in a good,
long while.
T H I S.
If only we could always remember, this.
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Yes ❤️💕
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I do love letters. This post was like the joy of the warm summer sun.
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Thank you for reading 🙂
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