I wanted to savour your book, to spend time reading it. I didn’t want to just fit it into one of my frantic days, and there have been so many of them lately.
I know your story well, Kindra, because you’re my friend. And you’ve become more than that over the years – I don’t need to explain… The distance though, christ, why are you so far away?
So, I devour every shred of your writing to compensate for you being there and me being here…and our chats keep me sane, truly! The day you told me that your mom was gone was…I have no words to explain the sorrow I felt for you that day – and all the days since, my dearest Kindred.
You sent me her photograph, her beautiful smiling face and told me about the book, what you’d planned to do. I was in awe of…
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