To the steadfast
To the steadfast
The reliable
The open-hearted
The ones who give and give
With whom I never have to pretend
Whom I need never fear
To the ones who brighten when they see me
Laugh at my bad jokes
Appreciate what I am
The ones with whom
I am safe
The ones who are
So easy to love
Thank you is not enough
But it’s all I have.
You are my shelter
In a windblown world.
Fresh Hell 
Precious, Sarah. Precious.
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The haystack in your windblown world will be safe and secure, while you’ve those friends so dear….
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I’d be scattered without them!
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So true and such a beautiful tribute! Loved this 🙂
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Sarah,
It’s perfectly okay to be scattered by the wind as long as you have good friends who will pick up all the pieces that make up you and put them all back into close semblance and keep more breezes away until you are able to fix things just the way you are happy with and find your own weight again to hold it all together yourself! Warm tea and delicious soup for afterwards, of course! 😊 Mona
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Yes! It definitely helps to wet down the scattered hay with soup. ❤
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