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Sep 2019
she may feel alone left in the rain, wet with loneliness. However I am always there to hold the umbrella to keep her dry until her storms clear. I love her for who she is
Love a person for who they are not what they could be or were, be in the "now" the future is not reachable and past is behind us.
Written by
Michael A Duff  49/M/Tx
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