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Miss Hepburn, reading you, I'm reminded of the Song of Solomon, filled with giddy love poems aimed at "The Beloved." I know the whacko, bouncing off walls, jumping bean excitement, total absorption and enmeshing consciousness that comes from experiencing a touch, a whisper; a glance from The Beloved. I've been there. I've taken on all sorts of things "under the influence" of The Beloved.
The life situation I've taken on, stabilizing a daughter, her daughter and her daughter, is one strenuous exercise in love. I needed a shot of chewable "Vitamin Hepburn's" love songs to take me back to how I came to do this thing. I'm burning His ears off with questions and demands for help And wisdom. I'm whiny. I'm not in the grandstands, I'm in the arena.
This feedback is to say your words have lent strength to another. Really, I read these things and feel my heart turn to mush? Just what I needed. Thank you.
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There is much to be learned. Stick with me kid. Let's make it playful." My Guide
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