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To My Anam Cara: I’ve walked the greens this morning,   butterflies whipping through the air,   a slight breeze gently kissing my hair.   Thanking the tree, hoping you’d see   what I see—   sensing, feeding love, fleeting   yet amplified across space and time.   Tree-lined garden view through the picture window,   golden retriever at my side,   Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos encouraging the plants to prosper.   Holding you sacred in the siempre and the now,   sending notes of love and longing—   may they catch your ear,   touch your heart,   and confirm that I am here,   there,   and everywhere with you.
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 1:21 PM UTC
Always, Everywhere
To My Anam Cara: I’ve walked the greens this morning,   butterflies whipping through the air,   a slight breeze gently kissing my hair.   Thanking the tree, hoping you’d see   what I see—   sensing, feeding love, fleeting   yet amplified across space and time.   Tree-lined garden view through the picture window,   golden retriever at my side,   Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos encouraging the plants to prosper.   Holding you sacred in the siempre and the now,   sending notes of love and longing—   may they catch your ear,   touch your heart,   and confirm that I am here,   there,   and everywhere with you.
Sent with love and longing   for Dublin,   my Anam Cara.
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 1:21 PM UTC
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