GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 369

Tell me we have laughed until our stomachs hurts and have burnt our tears in a volcano. Tell me how to start all over again when yesterday wakes up at odd hours. Tell me we will meet at crossroads and smile like traffic lights letting each car pass by without hitting another. Tell me we have loved well and that is enough a lesson to teach us to live another year. 369