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Saturday, October 16, 2021


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What a lovely piece! Can relate to so many emotions and thought processes! We often get stabbed in the back by someone whom we trust, love or adore and I had wept, moaned and had been bitter about such episodes but then, we grow up and understand that it is not always about us, but mostly about them.Gradually one learns to move on, to stay cordial, to not be harsh on oneself, to not hate the world, to find love, to heal, to celebrate life and to find peace and happiness in his or her own small world!

Michael Levy

Hi Suvir,
Rose passed this on to me. Well written and timely for me to appreciate!

I still think of the wonderful visit we had at your farm house upstate New York when you were so kind to host Rose, my dad and I!
Be well!

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