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  1. Cindy

    This is beautiful, and it takes me back to one of the bery few good memories from my active addiction. It was some random morning when I had been summoned to my mom’s house for behaving badly; I just remember my mom, the coffee, the hummingbirds, the beauty. It was probably a horrible morning filled with arguing, but that’s not what I remember. I remember the quiet, my mom, the hummingbirds, and the beauty. Thank you for bringing the beauty of your backyard to me, and thank you for reminding me of the beauty of my mom and her hummingbirds. (((hugs)))

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