With The Hands Of Time Comes Peace

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This old gal…

Woke in the middle of the night…fretting about cholesterol…the test results not exactly what she’d hoped for…

Fell down the panic rabbit hole…googling this…googling that…weighing the risks of taking a statin again…contemplating that thing called…mortality…

Gave it up…rolled over…closed the eyes…and then there it was…an arm around the shoulder…a little tug closer…a pat on the hand…

And in that moment…this old gal knew what this was…it was the hug…the middle of the night hug…the middle of the night hug that little me longed for…so many years ago…

And it was just what she needed…nestled deep in the heart…of her future self…who when realization set in…knew a little prayer…whispered so long ago…had just…been answered…
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And little me…would have agreed…but she was finally…resting peacefully…