Liz Waldner

Trust

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Trust

If   I would be walking down the road you told me to imagine and I would and find a diner kind of   teacup sitting on its saucer in the middle then I would feel so good in my life that is just like mine I would walk right up and look into my face eclipsing the sky in the tea in the cup and say, “Thank you, I have enjoyed imagining all this. ”