There is beauty in the darkest tempest.
The hard rain cannot keep the blossoms from lifting bright faces to the sun once again.
The spider rebuilds her broken web. The day glistens and raindrops are transformed into gems.
Your kind words are like the sun. They lift my mood and let me know I am not alone.
Thank you, I can't tell you how much you have helped just by being... just being.
Have a festive Friday, P.
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