The FLAME was shining brightly through the window. I smiled, knowing she had lit a candle as a welcome home gesture. I could tell, too, that she had taken a chunk of the day to CLEAN. It had been years since the glass had been that CLEAR. My heart was full and I couldn’t help but walk more quickly. Her actions spoke volumes about how I would be received, despite the harsh words we had spoken that morning.

Georg’ann

SCOPE widens, delight
Chats with CLERK like self before
It’s CLEAR pain is gone

Heather