More Than Friends Poetry The broken pieces of my soul knew that we would be more than friends. © Sarah Doughty Share this:EmailFacebookLinkedInPinterestPocketPrintRedditTumblrTwitterLike Loading... Related
I have been too long in making my way over to your site. What a treasure find it turned out to be, priceless. LikeLike
A relatable experience lingers in your words. Beautifully said, Sarah!
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Thank you very much. You’re very kind. 💕
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You are most welcome, Sarah! 🙂
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I have been too long in making my way over to your site. What a treasure find it turned out to be, priceless.
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Oh wow, thank you so much! 😊
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The pleasure is sincerely mine. Belinda
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Love it Sarah! Your little write-ups sink deep
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Thank you so much!
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Le very nice.
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Thank you so much! 😊
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You are very graciously welcome so much.
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^_^
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Yes! Know it, felt it, love it. Perfect, Sarah. Your writing is so insightful.
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Thank you so much!
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Most welcome.
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It’s like life after death or hope after tragedy.
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Yes, exactly. 💕
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Wow Sarah! Very true can feel the words here. . Have a great day. 🙂
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Thank you, you as well!
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Thank you. . 🙂
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Love this.
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Thank you!
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I kind of love this feeling… even if it’s a dream. 🙂
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Me too. ❤
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The broken pieces are the most wise, I think 😉
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They always are. 💕
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