September 2: Tender Minutes in the Telephone Booth

To the woman with silent strength…

She played her love like an accordion but her needs of simple survival eventually became too much on her own. Her priorities were clear, but she didn’t love herself. She didn’t know how. Her moves were thought to be on the right path even though she didn’t have one to follow. Many years later, her strength came to a boil when a simple phone conversation made her realize that she was me, but without her to call. 

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