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Write What's Up There." Sister Ignatius Pointed At Her Temple. "as A Great Man Once Said, This Is A Secret Garden. We've All Got One Of Those." "jesus?" "no, Bruce Springsteen.

You Can Run And Run As Fast And As Far As You Like, But The Truth Is, Wherever You Run, There You Are.

This Story Is About People,secrets And Time.about People Who, Not Unlike Parcels,hide Secrets,who Cover Themselves With Layers Until They Present Themselves To The Right Ones Who Can Unwrap Them And See Inside.

She Was Tired Of Hugging Pillows, Counting On Blankets For Warmth, And Reliving Romantic Moments Only In Her Dreams. She Was Tired Of Hoping That Every Day Would Hurry So She Could Get On To The Next. Hoping That It Would Be A Better Day, An Easier Day. But It Never Was. Worked, Paid The Bills, And Went To Bed But Never Slept. Each Morning The Weight On Her Shoulders Got Heavier And Heavier And Each Morning She Wished For Night To Fall Quickly So She Could Return To Her Bed To Hug Her Pillows And Wrap Herself In The Warmth Of Her Blankets.

Every Small Thing Grows When You Nurture It, Rosie. Love Is Just The Same. But If That Is Making You Miserable Then, Leave And Find Something Else That Brings You Happiness You Deserve To Feel.