Talking Drums & a Gathering of Tribes

"You are and have always been such a bright shining light.  You truly are my sister as well.  I know the miles separate us but I would rescue you from Denmark, take your child as mine, give you a kidney, or help you bury a body.  Being with you always made me feel more adventurous, more confident, more alive." 


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