...while the heart slowly comes to terms with the fact that some things, and possibly much of which one has grown comfortable with, might never be the same again...
...while the pressing need to let go confronts the sentimental temptation to let the current state of things linger a while more...
...while excitement endeavours to soar above that inevitable sense of dread of the unknown...
...God, still be my vision, O Ruler of all.
Your daughter,
Grace
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