My Angel.... When you shed a tear on Sunday, I nearly ran to you. I suddenly realized that expectations were placed upon our introduction and considering your entourage had already branded me as a spectacle on Friday, I had done what I did not wish to do... I waited for you to leave their security and come talk to me. I would certainly have met you in the middle.
Know....I loved your brown skirt with orange trim on Saturday. You looked magical. And Sunday? Your something blue, fell upon you with beauty.
This chance lives just as you wished. Please choose not to listen to the voices, they do not govern your heart...
I found myself at odds with my daughter while there, and tho a smile from you may have helped, I don't believe I would have wanted to meet me at that point.
You had Faith...don't let it go.
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I wish to hear your voice...
And yes, I know how to shake my bones and dance.
I can even chew gum and walk at the same time, occassionally :-). Your "girls" sitting in judgment while blindfolded shall have their own worries at some point.
I have faith this will find you, and more in what the future will provide.
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