I was attempting to get my thoughts out of my head and "on paper" and the last line of what I wrote said:
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New.
I hate "new" and yet it’s my only hope.
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2 comments:
Robin -
We've never met. I found your blog through a friend of a friend. I've thought of you and the kids often in the last few months. Please know that I share your sadness, celebrate your strength (even as it comes and goes), and have great faith in the goodness of the life you will have, and the ones you will guide for your children. Thank you for sharing your experience. ...and Go Sox:)
robin, remember the dream you had about being inside and all of the doors were locked. i think those doors are labeled new and hope. just knowing that will help you to unlock them and move forward.
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