Wishing Well
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Wishing Well

Dear Avie, Thank you for…

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Washing Away
Art

Washing Away

Dear Me, Water cleanses. Washing…

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Becoming
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Becoming

Dear Me, What do you…

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Ten Years
DearAvie

Ten Years

Dear Me, You were twenty…

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When We Touch
DearAvie

When We Touch

Dear Future Lover, I feel…

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I Owe it All to You
DearAvie

I Owe it All to You

Dear Me, Dear God, Dear…

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The Ocean Heals My Soul

Dear Avie, It’s cold here today. I can’t even sit outside. The cold makes me not want to do anything. I want to be close to the ocean’s tide. I want to hear the waves as they roll on by. I will take any kind of fresh open air. The warm sun on my face lifts my mood. The ocean heals my soul. The sand reminds me of you. I am in need of a…

Everyone Has A Story

Dear Avie, Everyone has a story, but not everyone can tell it. Not many can express the way they feel. We all have feelings. Bottled deep down, waiting to boil over, and wanting to come out. I don’t think that I can handle any more bad things happening to me. I have to set what I am thinking free or else it will all suffocate me. Life is full of sadness. Trials and tribulations of…

Roller Coaster

Dear Avie, What I thought I used to know has all been thrown out the window. The questions of who I am and who I used to be keeps chasing after me. I question myself daily. At times my reflection bounces back in the form of a stranger. An unrecognizable force keeps pushing and pulling me. I am on a never ending roller coaster ride. Rescue me from the misery. Help me get off of…

Mornings With You

Dear Avie, Good morning my love. I hope you ate your breakfast this morning. Pancakes with a side of mandarin oranges. You love oranges. From the amount of oranges that you ate I am surprised that you didn’t turn into one. Mommy likes oranges too. You would always steal mine off of my plate. I miss my mornings with you. Xoxo- Mommy

Can’t Be Contained

Dear Avie, There is a fire inside of my soul. A fire that can’t be contained or controlled. Nothing can separate me from your love. I sit here in bondage awaiting the day that I will be set free. Awaiting the day that you will be returned to me. Groaning for the release of all of this pain. Xoxo- Mommy

For The Old Creates The New

Dear Avie, I went into my favorite store today. The antique store is a beautiful place. There are many trinkets and things. You have been in there a few times with me, my sweet. It is a very delicate place, filled with the old and the new things. Life’s little treasures. I stepped back to appreciate the old as well as the new. For the old creates the new. The past has a lot to…