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By nicky_heart
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05/14/2023 18:09:07
I sat by the lake yesterday, my beloved Rosine, curled up under my favorite tree. The water is my favorite place, where I can talk to you, and listen for the sound of your voice. The breeze blows over me, and I ask it to carry my words to you. There is a sense of peace when I come away, almost as if I sat by your side under that tree. I think I will go back this morning and watch the sunrise. So I’ll see you in a couple of hours, under the tree by the bridge. Close your eyes and you will be there, with me. Tonight, when I sit out under the stars, I will be thinking of you. The moon will hear the words I say, the blessings I send, and the wishes I hold in my heart, not only for me, but for you. I will send these things to you in the soft darkness of night, along with all the love I hold in my heart. May the gentle breeze carry my words to you, and may sweet dreams always fill your sleep.*kiss*
Robert
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