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love this!
Holly, you are too kind! 🙂 Thank you!
kindness has nothing to do with it Mark, I love your beautiful blog.
speechless…
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No small thing indeed…and I love the contrast and truth in your opening…beauty and tragedy…intriguing, magical and mysterious. Excellent post, Mark.
Thank you so much Hannah!