It's a new day, a day of absence, a day of daring. A time to stare at vanished space filled now with shadows of glimmering light. Collectively those particles of sparkle once embodied the heart and spirit of a little girl.
My how she sparkled, tickle her tummy, her grin wove a spell over you so complete it was embarrassing. Margaurite...her name when whispered conjures images of butterflies, ravens, falcons, eagles and hawks. She is beauty!. fearless, confident, brilliant, steadfast and caring. My selfishness aches for her presence, my greed for her affection knows no bounds; why God chose now to rid me of her light - her music is unfathomable . We walked along many a beach in California during her life time, acting like fools to an untrained eye, but when viewed more closely you saw two old friends just being themselves.
Margarite..say it slowly, then scream her name as loud as you can!.yes, there she is standing there waving back at you with a daisy in her hand. Thoughts of my sister.
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Dear Betty,
Thank you for your words of encouragement. This is a spiritual journey of a fictional couple who face challenges around them and even while they are trying to find out if their love is real. I hope libraries all over the country pick up this shorter novel must read. Thanks, again.
Princene
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