A Shaft of Light
Sunday, November 3, 2013
3:00 a.m. Wake Up Call
Good Morning!
Daylight savings time came at just the right time. I was woken up this morning by something trying to get into my house - so I thought,as I lay there, rigid as a board, wondering what evil was afoot.
It turned out to be a tiny field mouse trying to scratch its way into my pantry. I thought I had done away with these creatures... a few winters ago.
"Miss Kitty!" Where was the hunter of the household when I needed her? Sound asleep on the end of my bed. "Miss Kitty!" I bellowed. "I have a creature of interest here..." Nothing.
I rattled her cookie box. She came running. "Catch it!" I ordered, pointing at the pantry door.
"Where are the cookies? You called me for cookies!" Indignation and slit eyes...
"CATCH the mouse!" My voice rose sternly.She sat down and proceed to wash her face. By this time the mouse had vanished behind the entertainment center. I lunged for a broom, and rattled a ruler in the gap between the wall and the cabinet. Nothing. Not even a squeal.
Then it moved. Miss Kitty and I both went into action. She sprang. I batted the floor behind it as it darted for the couch. Miss K. sat down and peered behind the couch. I batted and swatted and shook the furniture and hyperventilated. She decided to complete her boudoir.
Finally, at nearly four a.m. I gave up, put the weapons away and went back to the bed. My cat was snoozing, her ears twitched as I crawled in beside her. I turned the light off and lay there determined to go back to sleep. Worst thing you can do, but eventually I drifted off - with my ears twitching.
When I awoke a hour or two later, the cat was gone, the mouse had been neatly executed,and was lying between the Miss Kitty's paws on my doormat.
I think there's something to be learned here. If at first you don't succeed - wait it out. Take a nap, wash your hair, have a cookie and then take another nap.
Everything will be alright in the end.
Happy November everyone.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
After the Sunset, a New Day is Born.
He was seventeen, suntanned and good looking. In the fall he was a high school football star, and he was on the short-list of acceptances to one of the West's best Universities, but on this mid-summer's evening he drove his new Camaro through the mountains, towards a house on the river where somebody was throwing a party. Life was good. The mountain air was exhilarating, and he drove with confidence, negotiating the winding roads with ease, and the lengthening shadows that darkened the blacktop.
His best friend rode beside him, his hands smacking his knees as he sang loudly and tunelessly to the beat of the rock music that blared from the car's radio. That was one of the things he liked about this friend. He loved to sing and didn't give a rat's ass about who was listening. They had been friends since they were six, tracking snakes and lizards that hid under the rocks in the heat of summer, they rode the rapids on the river, skied the mountains in winter and laughed and fought and raced through life at top-speed.
The sun was setting as the boy drove into the small river town, it's light yellowing the sky, it's glare sparking off the windshield. He stepped on the gas to catch the stop light at the bottom of the hill before it changed. The engine roared, drowning out the sound of radio as the car lunged forward and into the path of a logging truck backlit by the dying rays of the setting sun.
The sound of tearing metal, the stench of burnt rubber filled the air, gasoline puddled underneath the logs that were strewn like pick-up-sticks across the road. The silence that followed was broken only by the sound of the rock station still broadcasting from the Camaro's radio, and the boy's voice calling his friend's name. There was no answer.
The days following the accident were dark. The tragedy too hard to grasp for too many people affected by it. No one was more affected than the boy who knew his actions had killed his best friend.
This happens all over the world, maybe every day. Young people, good kids, bad judgment and tragedy. How do they go on? How do they live with the guilt and the grief? Sometimes they don't.
Good parents, themselves in despair, can help. So can friends. But really, that youngster who was behind the wheel is very much alone.
The only good thing about this, that anyone could see, was that the kids in town and for miles around were driving better. No one ran any stop lights for months. Speeding tickets fell off, and everyone seemed to have slowed down. A lot of youngsters grew up very fast that evening. Especially the boy.
There is a way to look at something this terrible in a different light, and from a different perspective. Not everyone reading this will agree, and nor do I ask you to. But for just a few moments, I ask you to consider it.
These two boys were lifelong friends. But it might have been anyone. People who barely knew each other. But what if they have actually known each other throughout eternity? What if they have lived numerous other lives here and on the other side together? What if there was an agreement between them to come into this life together and create this accident?
What!!? What for?
To create awareness on many, many levels. Not only safety awareness. But to be aware of the people you love and never miss an opportunity to tell them you love them. Because, in the final analysis, love is all there is. To be aware of all the people such a tragedy affects and in some cases, cripples. To be aware of how you view your own sense of responsibility in all things that matter. To value our own lives and live them to their fullest potential.
I believe that with this perspective, this young man will move on with purpose, and the intention of making things better for himself and for all those around him. I believe that with the right counsel, when the grief passes, he will take stock of his life like never before, and he will guide that life to its highest potential. Who knows? Will he become a high school teacher? A counselor who will counsel from experience? Will he be a movie maker? A song writer? A legislator? Will he teach his own youngsters and others to live well for their own sakes, and the sakes of all the people who love them?
I think so. He will make it his life's purpose. And he won't be alone. His best friend, his co-creator will be walking beside him, every step of the way.
So, when the sun goes out of your life this way, always wonder what the new day could bring. I hope it's something wonderful.
His best friend rode beside him, his hands smacking his knees as he sang loudly and tunelessly to the beat of the rock music that blared from the car's radio. That was one of the things he liked about this friend. He loved to sing and didn't give a rat's ass about who was listening. They had been friends since they were six, tracking snakes and lizards that hid under the rocks in the heat of summer, they rode the rapids on the river, skied the mountains in winter and laughed and fought and raced through life at top-speed.
The sun was setting as the boy drove into the small river town, it's light yellowing the sky, it's glare sparking off the windshield. He stepped on the gas to catch the stop light at the bottom of the hill before it changed. The engine roared, drowning out the sound of radio as the car lunged forward and into the path of a logging truck backlit by the dying rays of the setting sun.
The sound of tearing metal, the stench of burnt rubber filled the air, gasoline puddled underneath the logs that were strewn like pick-up-sticks across the road. The silence that followed was broken only by the sound of the rock station still broadcasting from the Camaro's radio, and the boy's voice calling his friend's name. There was no answer.
The days following the accident were dark. The tragedy too hard to grasp for too many people affected by it. No one was more affected than the boy who knew his actions had killed his best friend.
This happens all over the world, maybe every day. Young people, good kids, bad judgment and tragedy. How do they go on? How do they live with the guilt and the grief? Sometimes they don't.
Good parents, themselves in despair, can help. So can friends. But really, that youngster who was behind the wheel is very much alone.
The only good thing about this, that anyone could see, was that the kids in town and for miles around were driving better. No one ran any stop lights for months. Speeding tickets fell off, and everyone seemed to have slowed down. A lot of youngsters grew up very fast that evening. Especially the boy.
There is a way to look at something this terrible in a different light, and from a different perspective. Not everyone reading this will agree, and nor do I ask you to. But for just a few moments, I ask you to consider it.
These two boys were lifelong friends. But it might have been anyone. People who barely knew each other. But what if they have actually known each other throughout eternity? What if they have lived numerous other lives here and on the other side together? What if there was an agreement between them to come into this life together and create this accident?
What!!? What for?
To create awareness on many, many levels. Not only safety awareness. But to be aware of the people you love and never miss an opportunity to tell them you love them. Because, in the final analysis, love is all there is. To be aware of all the people such a tragedy affects and in some cases, cripples. To be aware of how you view your own sense of responsibility in all things that matter. To value our own lives and live them to their fullest potential.
I believe that with this perspective, this young man will move on with purpose, and the intention of making things better for himself and for all those around him. I believe that with the right counsel, when the grief passes, he will take stock of his life like never before, and he will guide that life to its highest potential. Who knows? Will he become a high school teacher? A counselor who will counsel from experience? Will he be a movie maker? A song writer? A legislator? Will he teach his own youngsters and others to live well for their own sakes, and the sakes of all the people who love them?
I think so. He will make it his life's purpose. And he won't be alone. His best friend, his co-creator will be walking beside him, every step of the way.
So, when the sun goes out of your life this way, always wonder what the new day could bring. I hope it's something wonderful.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Paving the Way
Have you noticed how things seem to happen in sequence? It's almost as though we consciously or unconsciously pave the way into the future, setting ourselves up for the next life event.
I've noticed over the years how each step I take is like a stepping stone. For instance; 'Chance' meetings - not really by 'chance'? Of course you can consciously set up a meeting with someone you know or someone you would like to know. But sometimes, you meet someone by 'chance'. Although if you start walking backwards you'll be able to trace the steps right back to where that meeting began, and you'll realize it was all a set up! It's as though some unseen hand was at work making that meeting happen all along.
It can be a significant person or a life-changing event. And you won't see the sign-posts until you look behind you.
When I came to live in Virginia, once settled into our remodeled house, I began to get restless so I went to work writing a weekly column for a local newspaper. While there, I 'happened' to notice an article in one of the publications about "Developing the Sixth Sense through Meditation". Hmmmm. A couple of weeks later, my editor asked me to do an article about an Animal Communicator (You know, Dr. Doolittle) who lived at the lake. Not long after that interview, so intrigued was I, that I joined an exploration circle to find out what all this psychic, sixth sense, metaphysics stuff was all about. And stayed with them for eight years, studying every aspect of subject.
Like most people in the circle, I was intrigued, mystified and there for fun and entertainment. Then a life event happened. Then another, and I knew for sure that all of the preceding eight years were preparing me for those events. They had been carefully orchestrated to give me the tools I needed to cope with the deaths of my husband and son. By who? Certainly not me.
I also discovered that you don't have to be 'psychic' to have a sixth sense - it just is. We all have it, it's a gift to all of us, God-given, like the gift of sight, hearing, smell, taste and feeling. This one is just hidden a little. And it remains hidden until something happens (in my case) to make you want to dig it out and make it work. But making it work doesn't have to be triggered by anything drastic. It's always there for any of us to access.
And so, beginning with curiosity and a developing awareness, my road was paved for the writing and publication of "By Morning's Light."
Since then, I've discovered that the conclusion of the book is not the end of the journey. The next step was to spread the word - to let people know that we don't die, that there is nothing to be afraid of.
This blog is one of those stepping stones, it leads to the next one which is actually more of a bridge than a paver or a stepping stone. A giant stepping stone, perhaps, into a world of markers, and sign posts, twists and turns. It's a new book I've written in answer to so many questions you asked during the presentations and book signings of Morning's Light. I've called it, "Yesterday, Today and Forever".
You wanted to know; how do you do this? When did you know there was this other world out there? How old were you? How do you know you're not imagining all this? Can you talk to other spirits? What about 'evil spirits'? Aren't you scared of this stuff? What about Angels? And what are spirit guides? And Spiritual Healers? What's Reiki? How can I do this?
I'm going online with this book in the hopes that I can reach more people, so I will e-publish on Amazon (Kindle), who will also have print copies available for people like me who don't own a Kindle or a Nook or anything. That too will have to change. Very soon, I hope, I'll be able to tell you that It's Here!
Remember, always be curious, always wonder where the road is taking you. Meet your life with anticipation and excitement, even when things are going horribly wrong. Look forward to something beautiful just around the corner. And, where you can, pull out the bricks and mortar and help pave the way. Keep on going: even when the pavers don't fit just right, when the sign posts are crooked, and when you take a wrong turn. That's life, and it always goes exactly the way it's supposed to.
Be happy.
I've noticed over the years how each step I take is like a stepping stone. For instance; 'Chance' meetings - not really by 'chance'? Of course you can consciously set up a meeting with someone you know or someone you would like to know. But sometimes, you meet someone by 'chance'. Although if you start walking backwards you'll be able to trace the steps right back to where that meeting began, and you'll realize it was all a set up! It's as though some unseen hand was at work making that meeting happen all along.
It can be a significant person or a life-changing event. And you won't see the sign-posts until you look behind you.
When I came to live in Virginia, once settled into our remodeled house, I began to get restless so I went to work writing a weekly column for a local newspaper. While there, I 'happened' to notice an article in one of the publications about "Developing the Sixth Sense through Meditation". Hmmmm. A couple of weeks later, my editor asked me to do an article about an Animal Communicator (You know, Dr. Doolittle) who lived at the lake. Not long after that interview, so intrigued was I, that I joined an exploration circle to find out what all this psychic, sixth sense, metaphysics stuff was all about. And stayed with them for eight years, studying every aspect of subject.
Like most people in the circle, I was intrigued, mystified and there for fun and entertainment. Then a life event happened. Then another, and I knew for sure that all of the preceding eight years were preparing me for those events. They had been carefully orchestrated to give me the tools I needed to cope with the deaths of my husband and son. By who? Certainly not me.
I also discovered that you don't have to be 'psychic' to have a sixth sense - it just is. We all have it, it's a gift to all of us, God-given, like the gift of sight, hearing, smell, taste and feeling. This one is just hidden a little. And it remains hidden until something happens (in my case) to make you want to dig it out and make it work. But making it work doesn't have to be triggered by anything drastic. It's always there for any of us to access.
And so, beginning with curiosity and a developing awareness, my road was paved for the writing and publication of "By Morning's Light."
Since then, I've discovered that the conclusion of the book is not the end of the journey. The next step was to spread the word - to let people know that we don't die, that there is nothing to be afraid of.
This blog is one of those stepping stones, it leads to the next one which is actually more of a bridge than a paver or a stepping stone. A giant stepping stone, perhaps, into a world of markers, and sign posts, twists and turns. It's a new book I've written in answer to so many questions you asked during the presentations and book signings of Morning's Light. I've called it, "Yesterday, Today and Forever".
You wanted to know; how do you do this? When did you know there was this other world out there? How old were you? How do you know you're not imagining all this? Can you talk to other spirits? What about 'evil spirits'? Aren't you scared of this stuff? What about Angels? And what are spirit guides? And Spiritual Healers? What's Reiki? How can I do this?
I'm going online with this book in the hopes that I can reach more people, so I will e-publish on Amazon (Kindle), who will also have print copies available for people like me who don't own a Kindle or a Nook or anything. That too will have to change. Very soon, I hope, I'll be able to tell you that It's Here!
Remember, always be curious, always wonder where the road is taking you. Meet your life with anticipation and excitement, even when things are going horribly wrong. Look forward to something beautiful just around the corner. And, where you can, pull out the bricks and mortar and help pave the way. Keep on going: even when the pavers don't fit just right, when the sign posts are crooked, and when you take a wrong turn. That's life, and it always goes exactly the way it's supposed to.
Be happy.
Monday, September 9, 2013
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Changes
Nothing stays the same. Have you noticed? Change is one thing we can rely on. Even when things are going better than ever before, running on time, and just the way they should - change is on the way. You can count on it. But as disconcerting as this is, the opposite is also true. And that's a plus!
I woke up early this morning, opened my bedroom shutters, and watched the sky lighten. It went from cobalt gray, streaked with navy, and just as my eyes were getting used to that it brightened to deep blue and lavender. I'd like to keep the lavender, but even as I watch it, it's becoming a soft dove gray. Before long, this early fall morning will spring from the shadows and into the day with bright pink swathes of light and purple cloud. It looks like rain today.
And so goes life. It is the way things are meant to be. Summer has gone and autumn is creeping around the edges of the woodlands. Here in Virginia, the great eastern hardwood forests are showing flashes of yellow and red. They won't let go completely for a few weeks yet, but change is in the air. The nights are lengthening and the days getting shorter. Squirrels are gathering acorns. Spiders are thinking they can spend the winter inside my house. This too will change!
Even Miss Kitty is showing signs of her deep rooted ancestry in the Norwegian forests. Her pads have tufts of fur between her toes, Her ruff is full, and her naps are getting longer.
And because of our animal DNA, we too feel the changes coming. Some, like me, look forward to beauty of the fall. A walk through the woods, surrounded by the fire of autumn, ignites my energy, fires my imagination, and makes me look ahead to cool days, brilliant blue skies and starry nights. Yellow school buses add to the color, the kids are in school, I can go grocery shopping without worrying about being run over by a miniature cart with an unlicensed driver at the wheel. The lake is calm, the speed boats will soon be under cover, and the only sounds in my cove will be the from the wild birds that land at midnight on their way to the southlands.
But you may be one of those who dread the fall. Someone who sees the summer disappearing. The leaves dying, the grass turning brown, and, soon it will be cold. Don't despair! This too will change. In the meantime, let the fire of autumn ease the strain of letting go, look forward to an evening beside a log fire, watch some college football! Toast some marsh mallows, and, seriously ... eat a bar of chocolate!
The French have a saying: 'The more things change, the more they stay the same.' I think that means that in spite of all the changes that happen - there's a constancy in all of this. So take heart! Enjoy the changes, roll with them and always look forward.
I woke up early this morning, opened my bedroom shutters, and watched the sky lighten. It went from cobalt gray, streaked with navy, and just as my eyes were getting used to that it brightened to deep blue and lavender. I'd like to keep the lavender, but even as I watch it, it's becoming a soft dove gray. Before long, this early fall morning will spring from the shadows and into the day with bright pink swathes of light and purple cloud. It looks like rain today.
And so goes life. It is the way things are meant to be. Summer has gone and autumn is creeping around the edges of the woodlands. Here in Virginia, the great eastern hardwood forests are showing flashes of yellow and red. They won't let go completely for a few weeks yet, but change is in the air. The nights are lengthening and the days getting shorter. Squirrels are gathering acorns. Spiders are thinking they can spend the winter inside my house. This too will change!
Even Miss Kitty is showing signs of her deep rooted ancestry in the Norwegian forests. Her pads have tufts of fur between her toes, Her ruff is full, and her naps are getting longer.
And because of our animal DNA, we too feel the changes coming. Some, like me, look forward to beauty of the fall. A walk through the woods, surrounded by the fire of autumn, ignites my energy, fires my imagination, and makes me look ahead to cool days, brilliant blue skies and starry nights. Yellow school buses add to the color, the kids are in school, I can go grocery shopping without worrying about being run over by a miniature cart with an unlicensed driver at the wheel. The lake is calm, the speed boats will soon be under cover, and the only sounds in my cove will be the from the wild birds that land at midnight on their way to the southlands.
But you may be one of those who dread the fall. Someone who sees the summer disappearing. The leaves dying, the grass turning brown, and, soon it will be cold. Don't despair! This too will change. In the meantime, let the fire of autumn ease the strain of letting go, look forward to an evening beside a log fire, watch some college football! Toast some marsh mallows, and, seriously ... eat a bar of chocolate!
The French have a saying: 'The more things change, the more they stay the same.' I think that means that in spite of all the changes that happen - there's a constancy in all of this. So take heart! Enjoy the changes, roll with them and always look forward.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
MoonRise Mountain
I remember a note I got from my son Drew, not long after he arrived in Vail, Colorado. It simply said: "Last night I skied the Continental Divide under a full moon!"
A few nights ago, a friend and I rode to the top of the Continental Divide under a full moon, and coasted into Vail Valley in a car we weren't sure was going to make it.
The car began to slow. It huffed and puffed up the mountains from the Denver plain, getting slower with every mile. It was dying! But Cindy, my friend, had her wits about her. And rather than getting stuck in the Eisenhower Tunnel, right on our front bumper, she chugged and coaxed the altitude impaired car off the road just in time. Imagine the mess on a Thursday evening, clogging the only tunnel over this part of the Colorado Rockies. I don't want to think about it.
I especially don't want to think about it as I was there more or less illegally, having left my picture ID at home before trying to board the outward bound flight to Colorado. But somehow, some nice people at Airport Security, after a few pertinent questions, decided I wasn't connected to any dark forces, and let me fly. But I didn't want to clog up the tunnel and have anyone re-thinking that decision.
Then something happened that makes you want to say, "Hmmmmm..."
We had no sooner chugged to a dead stop at a turn-off at the mouth of the tunnel, when a Roads Department vehicle pulled up alongside us. There were two bearded men inside it. (I could have sworn they were from the mountains of Virginia). We hadn't seen them behind us. They just appeared.
They asked, "What seems to be the matter?" So we told them the symptoms. Quite simple. "It slowed down and stopped!" They diagnosed the problem, Vapor Lock at altitude, which sounded like a fit of the vapors to us. They told us to wait a few minutes and everything would be ok. So we did, and it was (except for the bear tracks Cindy found on the soft sand around the car) and when we turned around, the vehicle and the bearded men had vanished. We didn't see them come and we didn't see them go...
I was so relieved, I said, "They were Angels!" Cindy thought so too. And I could have sworn that the sign on the door of the vehicle said VDOT (Virginia Dept. of Transportation) It should have been CDOT. Helloooo...
But no matter who they were, or where they were from, it was a good feeling to have Angels riding the mountains with us. The moon was brilliant, the air was cool, and the mountains were breath taking as we cruised into the sea of twinkling lights of Vale Valley. A homecoming of sorts, a reunion with my own angel Drew, in many ways.
Yippeee!
Friday, August 16, 2013
Yes, Ghosts Do Like to Shop!
In my last blog, I talked about how so many of us have our own stories about our encounters with spirits. At every book signing, every presentation, these stories just pour out of people, as though they've been dammed up a long time. Well, not anymore. It's okay to talk about them now.
The thing that intrigues me most, and lends validation to this whole line of thought is this: Our stories are so many, and so similar, that there is no reason not to believe that they are what they are. Real.
And here's another one: A couple of weeks ago, a fellow writer blogged a story about shopping with a ghost! (You can read her blog at http:www.ghosttalkblog.com)
I can relate to that. In my book, "By Morning's Light", I tell the story of having lunch with a girlfriend of Drew's before they split up, just before he passed. I hadn't seen her since the Memorial Service and wanted to give her a present. Well, I shopped all afternoon and nothing caught my eye. Funny thing was, I hit on one store, and for some reason, although I wasn't finding anything there I wanted, I stayed all afternoon. It never occurred to me to try another store. (I can tell you exactly where everything was is in that store because I walked by it so many times.) I just kept looking for the perfect gift. Somehow knowing it was there.
2-3 hours later, I had almost given up, and was about to settle for a scarf or something totally without personality, when I walked past a counter and there, under the glass, was something I'd never thought of, something that had never crossed my mind to get. But it was right.
I bought it, The salesperson wrapped it in tissue paper and put it in a bag and I left the store on cloud nine! But...would Drew's friend like it??? I had no idea.
So, we met for lunch, and just as we were getting sentimental, I gave her the gift thinking it would cheer us up. Well! She burst into tears, so did I.
I said, "WHAT! What's going on?"
"Oh my God! This silver card holder with the butterfly etched on the cover, is the exact same gift I bought for Drew just days before we broke up!" She dabbed her eyes. "But, he never knew about it because he died before I could give it to him..."
Drew had been shopping with me. "Oh yes, he did!" I told her. "This is from Drew - telling you he knew about it, knows about it ... he's acknowledging it! This is a gift from him."
After shopping all morning for the perfect gift, I had been guided by Drew to this gift, to this place, to this girl with this gift. Coincidence? Well, you know what I think about that!
Believe.
The thing that intrigues me most, and lends validation to this whole line of thought is this: Our stories are so many, and so similar, that there is no reason not to believe that they are what they are. Real.
And here's another one: A couple of weeks ago, a fellow writer blogged a story about shopping with a ghost! (You can read her blog at http:www.ghosttalkblog.com)
I can relate to that. In my book, "By Morning's Light", I tell the story of having lunch with a girlfriend of Drew's before they split up, just before he passed. I hadn't seen her since the Memorial Service and wanted to give her a present. Well, I shopped all afternoon and nothing caught my eye. Funny thing was, I hit on one store, and for some reason, although I wasn't finding anything there I wanted, I stayed all afternoon. It never occurred to me to try another store. (I can tell you exactly where everything was is in that store because I walked by it so many times.) I just kept looking for the perfect gift. Somehow knowing it was there.
2-3 hours later, I had almost given up, and was about to settle for a scarf or something totally without personality, when I walked past a counter and there, under the glass, was something I'd never thought of, something that had never crossed my mind to get. But it was right.
I bought it, The salesperson wrapped it in tissue paper and put it in a bag and I left the store on cloud nine! But...would Drew's friend like it??? I had no idea.
So, we met for lunch, and just as we were getting sentimental, I gave her the gift thinking it would cheer us up. Well! She burst into tears, so did I.
I said, "WHAT! What's going on?"
"Oh my God! This silver card holder with the butterfly etched on the cover, is the exact same gift I bought for Drew just days before we broke up!" She dabbed her eyes. "But, he never knew about it because he died before I could give it to him..."
Drew had been shopping with me. "Oh yes, he did!" I told her. "This is from Drew - telling you he knew about it, knows about it ... he's acknowledging it! This is a gift from him."
After shopping all morning for the perfect gift, I had been guided by Drew to this gift, to this place, to this girl with this gift. Coincidence? Well, you know what I think about that!
Believe.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
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