In Annailo's mind…
It is strange how a room and a place can change
suddenly over night. How someone’s presence can color it
with warmth one day and the loss of the same person can
leave it in black and white the next. Often you do not
know what you have until it is gone. Other times, very
rarely, you know what you have while it is still there. The
respect and the belonging you feel makes it sort of
fragile, like a painted egg you are holding carefully in a
shivering hand. Genuinely you know that if you drop it,
life will be poor. But that the time it is still in your hand
makes you a richer person through endless conversations.
Poor is how I feel right now, but braver cause of you.
Thank you, E.
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