Threads of different colors; bright, pale, feeling soft between my fingers,
Warmth surrounding me, and love, the vibrations of the one who made the blanket bounce off my body,
Memories of younger days, being surrounded by its warmth,
Now in older years, it covers me and my friend, my friend who fills my empty days,
My friend who is my comfort now, and needs something to surround her skinny body, her scared body that was dumped in a shelter, her shaking body that can still feel the love and vibrations of the threads in the blanket,
Days we lie together under the warmth of the blanket and comforted by the love of each other, and the never-failing lines, always there, always warm, always with us, as we are for each other
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Denise Willis
I love art as much as writing, and when the world feels dark, I get out my paper and colored pencils and draw while listening to music. When my husband and I were going through a divorce, journaling is what got me through that..
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