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Better Late Then Never
RAMI
Your hopes and dreams may not be complete, but at least today, you have a place to display, who you are in your deepest soul. Here Andrea can be free to be whom she always wanted to be. And while not complete, you have many friends here who accept you, love you, and urge you forward to realize your dreams.
Beautiful words, from a beautiful lady.
RAMI
RAMI
Girlfriend, You've been reading my old mail.
Drea,
I have never heard our story better unfold. The terrible sadness amidst life's joys and the courage to play the hand as dealt, that is truly the story told.
Now 14 yrs later I know that 54 was not too old.
I do love you and your work. (and I have a crush on your avatar, lol)
Joani
Dance, Love, and cook with joy and great abandon
I can only agree with Rami and Joani
You have here a place to be yourself, and you are loved here. I know full well the frustration of lost time, but we made the choices we did, and somehow, have to make the best of the life we have left. Many, many hugs.
Dorothycolleen
Wow
You made this your own Drea, and it's beautiful. Sad but hopeful.
Alison Mary
Has left BC, despite the efforts of a number of us to persuade her not to go,
Joanne
Without even saying goodbye? Why?!!
So sorry to hear that!
Take care, dear Allison Mary!
And know that we'll be here for you, you wacky
New South Welshperson, if you should ever change your mind...
~~huggles, Veronica
for the axe had convinced them that because his handle
was made of wood he was one of them.
Prob'ly
a probationary Banana bender (Queenslander) these days, expat NSW'er mebbe, but... yeah.
Kristina
I see a real need for a tag here...
TAG!
You're it! (Runs away giggling inanely...)
~love, Veronica
for the axe had convinced them that because his handle
was made of wood he was one of them.