Hugs and Vanilla…

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 instead of strangely bereft and alone. I …

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