March 22, 2018 Kimberly Vargas Agnese Sway For a little while I chased my voice as though it was an elusive butterfly rather than a song bird who could be coaxed onto my finger when spoken to softly Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
I would know this was you if I was blindfolded and had to listen to it being recited. Your soul’s fingerprints are all over it …. ❤ LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
You are the precious one! I’ll always adore you for your encouragement when I first started blogging …. 💜💜💜 LikeLiked by 1 person
I would know this was you if I was blindfolded and had to listen to it being recited. Your soul’s fingerprints are all over it …. ❤
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:)… thanks so much my precious Di
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You are the precious one! I’ll always adore you for your encouragement when I first started blogging …. 💜💜💜
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:)…it’s not hard to say what is easily seen:)… hugs:)
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💐 For you … the nicest I could find for fine Fresno friend…💕
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Beautiful!🙏🙏🙏🌹
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Thanks so much:)
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awe lovely poem Kay! xo
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