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Ah, Dear Anthea,
I am assuming this is not a work of fiction? This was one of the most moving things I have read on here for a while. Perhaps it was because I could feel the weight and value in every word, you didn’t use any word like profanity, only sincerely.
I trust that the 10 years in the meantime has made a difference to your healing…. but this invokes such empathy and sympathy…. just want to give you a hug reading this.
Anthea …..as Jim has said a very ‘moving read’.Much love to you lovely lady…………sandra x
Oh Anthea reading this can move one to tears such outburst of emotion the words are flowing like a waterfall that has to keep moving cascading into unknown territory hoping that at the final destination it will be contained into a pool of peaceful waters feeling the strokes of loving arms gently caressing it’s surface….
Holy shit! You write sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo emotionally. I pictured a homeless woman who perhaps once had more but just couldn’t handle it. What imagery you provoke! I would buy any book you would write. Sincerely, RVG
This was so painful it was unbearable to read. Hugs to you dear Anthea. XXX
This is one of the best pieces of writing I’ve read on RB. It is heartbreakingly gorgeous.
Ouch, Anthea, this is so painful! I can only echo the sentiments above! your friend, rozxx
Very well done, Anthea!!!
Oh Cassidy I feel so deeply honoured by this feature in your stunning Group Anger Management . You have made my day. Anthea
Wow. An incredibly painful read, but such a powerful piece of art. Congrats. Love, Shar
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