I can hear the flutter of my heart, recalling the stories of our past. They still haunt me. One thought ignites a spark; my mood begins to lift and returns me to the time your words of love gave my life wings.
“Tina, are you with us?” My boss and the other staff stared me down.
“Yes, I am,” as I shift in my chair, taking a sip of water from the glass in front of me. I am filled with gratitude as my boss turns back to the whiteboard, and I return to the crystal clear waters of Eleuthera.
I Write Her 
Especially now, it’s good to live with gratitude. Be well.
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Yes, definitely. Thank you, Jorge. You too! 🙂
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Hehe! I never dared let my mind wander during meetings – I would be called on for comment in a heartbeat!!
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LOL I wish I could say the same! 😉
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