“Are you there?”
Silence.
Sigh.
Empty. Inside and out.
Question again?
“Please! Are you there?”
Lonely quiet.
To bed. To dream.
A presence is felt.
“Is that you?”
A warm feeling. A shadowy form.
Touch. Calm.
Sara whispers in a breath.
“I’m here.”
Peace.
Our Spiritual Journey 
I’m here, peace. Lovely.
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