Tag: Letters to an Angel
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43rd Letter
Do you remember how I used to love gardening, my darling? Do you remember what we used to grow? How we used to make our own salads, our own spiced fermentables? Do you remember how the solarblooms stood tall? The marigolds still bloom every seasons. Til this day. And the nasturtiums still flood the gardenbed.…
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41st Letter
I shouldn’t have danced with the Fate Readings, the other night. I’m losing order. Order within myself.
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39th Letter
This season, I’m embracing the good directions that Life is flowing me towards. And I must say, this calm acceptance of what Life has to offer is much sweeter than I remember.
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37th Letter
There is something alluring about seeing a figure that used to bloom brightly, eventually lay it’s head to rest.
Diaries of the Moonlight Hours 