someone's sent a loving note in lines of returning geese and as the moon fills my western chamber as petals dance over the flowing stream again I think of you the two of us living a sadness apart a hurt that can't be removed yet when my gaze comes down my heart stays up

You are beautiful. You are God's image. You are a child of a real KING. Don't let them drag you to their level. Always remember who you are.

So we’re not home and dry,” he said. “We could not even be said,” replied Ford, “to be home and vigorously toweling ourselves off.

Written By Douglas Adams

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