There are times when words are not even needed to convey a feeling. It exists beyond the mere confines of a font, of the ink-swirled cursive on crumpled piece of paper. I can boil the words down, but the feeling . . . Words may be discarded, misinterpreted, interrupted while feeling will always find a way.
Dream hard and play fair
xoxo always,
Cindy
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