There Are No Words

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This old gal…

Has found her soul sister…her vintage glass soul sister…her swung vase vintage glass soul sister…

Just up the street…lover of cats…vintage Pyrex expert…long time resident of New Town…soft spoken…funny…wise…

Come see my vintage vases…she says…picked them up over the years…have a box in the attic…I’ll have my son carry them down…

And so she did…and they are gorgeous…like her home…filled with vintage treasures…sunlight bringing each piece alive…

And they are gorgeous…like this woman…sat and talked for hours…about glass…the town…her family…

And so it is…in life…for some beauty…there are no words…the beauty of glistening sunlit glass…the beauty of serendipity…the beauty of finding connection in the most unexpected ways…

The beauty of a friendship where you could sit for hours…and hours…talking…laughing…sharing…

There are no words…
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And perhaps that friend of mine…agrees…