Last night Annie came to me in my dreams and held my hand.
Dreams have a way of healing us; I was sad yesterday after saying goodbye to Sacha.
Annie walked with me along the river. I had my hand in hers; she talked about roses and how I should pick some from her old garden. She leaned into me as I put my arm around her. She gave me three dried roses.
Laughing, I said, "Hey, remember you used to tell me this was not the moment to cut roses and plant them, let alone dried ones?"
She smiled,
"Life has a way of surviving, you'll see."
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