The first and last time…I saw you…held you…let you go….

I remember you….standing outside the turnstiles at the airport, with your hands in your pockets and a look on your face that I could not read…

I cried whilst forcing a smile upon my face….me leaving…you going….a push pull energy that never had a chance to synchronize. I let…

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Elizabeth O’Carroll

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Avid life “experiencer!” Masters in Education, Rehabilitation Counselor, Ministry of Metaphysics, Author & solo world traveler. Learning, loving & evolving! xxx

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