Set you free and wait no more but hope? what does one do with that? One dims the light and focuses on the butterflies …. The flight of a white dove ….. Divinity in countless nameless stars and the sweet smell of frangipani …. And yet it’s back again knocking on the door …. Hope and all it’s cousins wanting a cup of tea… English breakfast I should hope so?
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I hope that the frangipani are in bloom wherever you are, and that their fragrance divine.