Hey there, Goddess Warriors, (And Guys) Tears Water the Garden of Our Souls
Have you ever felt like you just wanted to climb up in your mother’s or grandmother’s lap and cry. To cry, to be held until there are no more tears left? I’ll never forget the first time I met Isabel, a lovely, petite, 20ish Hispanic woman with beautiful long black hair. Our first meeting was …
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