This is a purdy tune. God, it must feel great to have a whole orchestra play your music. If you pay attention to the lyrics, note "Brooklyn, in the rain" at the end. Thought it would make a nice follow up to the poem I recently posted.
My fingers aren't light, I don't have many regrets, but I'm definitely not ready for the light to dim. As some of you know, I'm nervous about two lumps recently discovered during a self-exam since there's a history of breast cancer in my family through the generations. Ten years ago I had one removed that was benign, and since then had been clear. Finding two, now, is weighing heavy on my heart, making it ache all the more for certain people I love. Your thoughts and prayers are welcome. I'm hoping it will be nothing and should know definitively in a couple months (it's a process of moving up the diagnostic chain).
Peace, lovelies.
My fingers aren't light, I don't have many regrets, but I'm definitely not ready for the light to dim. As some of you know, I'm nervous about two lumps recently discovered during a self-exam since there's a history of breast cancer in my family through the generations. Ten years ago I had one removed that was benign, and since then had been clear. Finding two, now, is weighing heavy on my heart, making it ache all the more for certain people I love. Your thoughts and prayers are welcome. I'm hoping it will be nothing and should know definitively in a couple months (it's a process of moving up the diagnostic chain).
Peace, lovelies.
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Hi lovely.
trying to reach you, but getting email returned. send me a note at mynomadness email.
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