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First Winter My hat is; My hat was a gift from my guy. It keeps my head warm… and I can think now, more clearly. (The cold, it was bitter indeed) My hands; My hands have new gloves. Warm heart, warm hands, that is the saying, they say… somewhere. (I can feel my fingers now. There were numb.) My shoes; Boots. Leather STOMPERS and wool socks. My man bought me the very best he could afford. I cried when he opened the package. The value I had been given up until then, much less. (You never know the measure of something until it is missed.) Love; Making sure the one you care about… is cared for…

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Date: 11/1/2019 12:01:00 AM
Appreciation...Love is what love does...
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Ann Foster
Date: 11/1/2019 12:37:00 AM
We have no idea what it is not to be loved, until we are, even a little and it takes over... to think someone somewhere actually cares if you get up or not. Some of us are givers and have a hard time with the take part, it is like candy, we fear we are in trouble somehow..?

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