FREE LOVE LETTERS
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With you…welcome, acceptance. Home. At last…seen, heard, believed. In you, I see my soul. The lighthouse. Here, it shines. Here.
In the harbour, all oceans are crossed. In the quiet between us, everything is said.
Now the distance contains our love. Now the mystery our knowing. There is no need for maps, nor excess confirmation. I turn my head…and here you are.
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