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To my daughter

Underneath the surface, we travel hand in hand.

We know not how to let go of one another, nor would we wish to.

Our eyes look forward.

Our gait remains steadfast.

We climb up and over rugged terrain.

We are quiet, because our journey is known to us.

Forward movement. No stopping.

Coupled with falling, is getting back up--with a built in helping hand.

Rocks underfoot teach us a new dance, and we welcome each step.

Unwavering forward movement, we follow River wisdom.

Lungs expand to carry us, and we keep moving through shallow breath and racing hearts.

We welcome exertion, knowing that we are made stronger.

Side by side, our hands hold.

We adapt our pace to each other to keep in sync.

Our steps weave an intricate rhythm.

Intent on moving forward.

No pushing or pulling the other along too hard, no chasing after, no running from.

Forever joined in perpetual movement, holding hands.

A point of connection that forms a lifeline.

Forward movement as a team,

Even when above the surface, we appear to stall.



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  1. So beautiful, Brooke. Beautiful mother, beautiful daughter. I feel so en-couraged by your words.

    Merriment and joy to you and yours!

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  2. Embracing you, dear Brooke, & all your River wisdom. Thanking the heavens for you...

    Merry! Merry!

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