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Thoughts for my loved ones, near and far

Honeysuckle days are upon us. Those sweet days after winter, before the mosquitoes invade the south and the air feels like a wet down comforter. Evening walks with my children filled with the delicate perfume of honeysuckle and once chubby hands thrusting a curated flower towards me to try its nectar. Sweet moments that I will cherish. Talks that challenge and fill my cup. Our honeysuckle walks and talks are a treasure, varied and intimate.

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