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Miss you Mom! I love you ❤️

Here is a poem about friendship. I think it applies just as well to my Mom…

Friendship
Oh, the comfort —
the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person —
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
but pouring them all right out,
just as they are,
chaff and grain together;
certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping,
and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

Dinah Maria Craik (1826–87)

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