Beyond My Window
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Beyond my window, sailing ships cross vast oceans, chasing adventure I can only dream of. Within my home, there is warmth and light against the dark. There are flowers from my garden and tea and the occasional glass of wine.
I have everything I could—or should—want. I will never want for food or comfort. But my soul cries out for mor…
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