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travel and sing 
Dear Linda, I’ve been sitting here for a full five minutes with tears rolling down my cheeks. I wish I could box up some hugs and send them to you. Your poems and illustrations for Brian have touched me to the core. 1968 was the year I was born, too.
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me too, linda. i am beyond words, just full of thoughts and hugs for you.
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There is so much comfort in knowing that the stars are always there (even behind the clouds) and that magic exists….
All the best.
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Your poem touched my heart. Thank you for sharing your emotions, for trusting us! I like the memory box with all the falling stars and leaves in it (one of them reminds me of a violin!) “The last fragments of November” – they are full of so much love…
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This is fantastic. 10 of 10.
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