POETRY
To My Future Friend
When once we meet, I’ll treasure thee.

When finally we meet, my dear, future friend, I want you to know;
my heart is open, and laughter-ready, though wounded and imperfect
— I want to love you.
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When finally we meet, my dear, future friend, I want you to know;
my heart is open, and laughter-ready, though wounded and imperfect
— I want to love you.
Occasionally we have to travel through a long dark tunnel before glimpsing the light
An ephemeral art exhibit in Lima, Peru
Love doesn’t arrive by invitation; it unfolds because we surrender to it.
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