Belinda you are like these Purple Wildflowers
You stand out in the crowd
Don’t count me out
I’m still here
Look at me beautiful
Look at me in the storm
I am still Purple and free!!!!
Oh yes sweet friend~
I see you blooming, growing and loving
Us to victory!
I love you Belinda!
Thank you!

love you too. This is beautiful – as are you. I’m a write off just now from yesterday but hope to get back on here later. Wanted you to know I saw this. xoxo I did the mother son dance at grad, would have made you cry, the way my son held me up. Betty was a wreck, so teary. Tell ya bout it later. xoxo
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She does and is.
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