I got this butterfly as part of a bouquet my father brought me when I was in the hospital. When the sun shines through my window and lands on it, I feel hopeful that I'll feel better soon. It heals my (metaphorical) heart, which gives me the patience to let my (physical) heart heal.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
hope on wings [52:11]
I felt much better when I posted about spring break. Now I feel kind of cruddy, but life goes on and so must I.
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I got this butterfly as part of a bouquet my father brought me when I was in the hospital. When the sun shines through my window and lands on it, I feel hopeful that I'll feel better soon. It heals my (metaphorical) heart, which gives me the patience to let my (physical) heart heal.
I got this butterfly as part of a bouquet my father brought me when I was in the hospital. When the sun shines through my window and lands on it, I feel hopeful that I'll feel better soon. It heals my (metaphorical) heart, which gives me the patience to let my (physical) heart heal.
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