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RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

A Caring Friend


Sadness has been eased a little tonight as I talked with a
friend for a few minutes on the phone.

It's amazing how a person's stress level can be lowered by
even just a short, caring conversation.

Ample time to set a sorrowful heart free to live in a little
joy right now.

Cancelling out the grief that has piled up inside them with
idle chatter of sadness, finally chasing away everything
except peaceful joy.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 10, 2013

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  • Mark Dillon (8/22/2013 5:11:00 AM)

    Friends are a godsend at troubling times Please read A best friend is I think we are on the same page in this, tyfs (Report) Reply

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