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Sometimes my heart is too full to write.

There are things that cannot be written. Thots that cannot be described. Secrets that should not be shared, because to do so removes their magic.

Last night I wrote a thot that was like moonlight on a cold and misty night. Pale and thin compared to the thick rich feelings that were stirring around inside me.

I still cannot find the right words, but the feelings are here and they are sweeter and stronger than ever.

So now I give you the space and the silence to imagine your own thots.

Feel the comfort of your own arms as they wrap around you. Set your thoughts free, allow them to roam wherever they wish. Feed them and nurture them, open the gate and follow them wherever they may go.