… I love the way we both can laugh, until we almost cry,
yet hug each other tenderly, when real tears fill our eyes … (by Barbara D. MacAdam)
‘my sister my friend’
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… I love the way we both can laugh, until we almost cry,
yet hug each other tenderly, when real tears fill our eyes … (by Barbara D. MacAdam)
Understand, I’ll slip quietly
Away from the noisy crowd
When I see the pale
Stars rising, blooming over the oaks
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
Through the pale twilit meadows,
With only this one dream:
You come too.
(By Rainer Maria Rilke)