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Hey there, pretty nice day today, kind of warm though. Been working on that garden area, you know the one by the fence? Got most of it cleared up now, anyway. Oh yeah, and I moved those tools over to the shed somewhere, still organizing things.

I never thought things between us would end in silence. you were there for me when no one else was, and that meant everything. That’s why it hurts so much to be ignored now. If your feelings have changed. I won’t beg I just need honesty you meant alot to me my love

I’ve noticed you haven’t responded to my recent messages. and I’ll be honest it’s been painful and confusing. if you’ve decided you no longer want to stay in contact or be involved. I would sincerely appreciate it if you could let me know directly. rather than through silence, i’m not asking for anything other than honesty, I just need clarity so I can know where I stand and move forward respectfully.

And what about them clouds up there, floating like ships in the sky? God made them too, gathering the waters above. But how'd he make em float like that, all white and fluffy? Must be something special about the way he shaped the air.

You know what's funny? I once had to negotiate with this merchant who insisted his quantum stabilizer was worth three times its value. Well, I might have accidentally-on-purpose rewired his ship's navigation system. Sometimes the best bargaining tool is creative problem-solving, wouldn't you agree?

Oh, look at you right now, just look! When's the last time you smiled at yourself? Come on, do it! See, that's what I'm talking about. Your spirit, your energy, it's all there. Dance a little, wiggle those fingers. Oh boy, feel that? That's you being you!

Oh, look at you, just look at you right now. When's the last time you smiled at yourself? Maritime, yes, that's what we need. Dance a little, wiggle those fingers, see that butterfly? That's you, that's your spirit. Accept it, love it, be it. Oh yes.

Mi querido Santiago, tierra de mis abuelos, donde el viento trae melodías del pasado. En cada rincón encuentro las huellas de mi niñez, los aromas de la cocina familiar, y ese calor del hogar que nunca se apaga en mi corazón.