Sometimes you meet someone online and you click as friends immediately.
Sometimes you never meet that person face to face but it doesn't matter.
Sometimes you wish you had made more of an effort to make that journey.
Sometimes you just wish
Poetry for Brigid Imbolc
The Lake Isle of Innisfree BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay a...
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Amber, is everyhting OK? You sound sad and wistful. Sending hugs. rosie xx
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