After staring at it for a minute or two, we drove past some trees and I couldn't see it anymore. When we were passed the trees it was like it had never been there in the first place.
My answer is yes. Yes, I do believe. I may not know the name of the mystical thing in the sky that keeps calling me, and I may not know the way towards it, but I know I believe and that it loves me.
When I had given my answer, the sun pulled out of the clouds and shone down on me in that warm white-gold way.
What would you say to the question in the sky?
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I believe too. And I see the same question mark when I look in my daughter's eyes. She helps me believe.
they're much easier to sniff if you make the lines straight, sis.....
I can't imagine looking at a child you created and not believing. They're little pieces of magic. I'm glad you feel that peace, Amanda.
P, I'm rolling my eyes at you.
i'll just keep rolling up this banknote then, shall i?
we do adore teamwork.
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