Hugs and Vanilla…

Notes from the journal… 10 Sep 2017 I picked up one of my nieces a few nights ago at the airport. She had flown in from Ft. Lauderdale, escaping Hurricane Irma. I got my first real hug in a long time. It was one of those hugs that leaves you feeling loved and quietly energized …

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