"mr. postman, do you have a letter for me?
mr. postman, do you have a letter for me?
a letter for me,
from my own true love,
lost at sea.
lost at sea."
and this song reached out and held hands with the words i just read from a story that a friend (and amazing writer) is weaving. perhaps the two meet int he middle, and it all works, the lost are found, and neither feels the tug to lose themselves anymore. is that not what true connection is? what we all are searching for, secretly or openly?
"i don’t want to be lost. i want to be found."
(from 'three steps to heaven' by tania mcintosh)
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