The Arms of Love

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I often wake in the morning now to find myself all wrapped up snuggly with my feet playing what Laura called ‘feetsies’, my arms gently wrapped around me, with hands against my cheeks and suffused with a deep soul warmth and joy. When this happens, I  wonder if Laura’s spirit slipped into bed during the night and we’ve been cradling each other in our arms – as we used to – while I sleep.

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