.
I keep thinking of the dream. Dream? The... experience. As I
was doing so, I remembered other women. I have written about this
before. Women who didn't end up giving me children. Loves who
slipped away, or who I just... lost... in time. Some may well have had
children, mine, ours. I just don't know. Some, there was no
chance. But there was, for a time, hope.
No, my cousin wasn't among them. We... were different, but not that
different. Just kin, if very close kin. Both with faults,
weaknesses, failings. And, yet, my saint of the Yellow Rose reminds me
of more than just those who were only of the yellow varietal.
Life is such a bittersweet thing. I... wouldn't have it any other way,
not while sin is a truth. In... another time, perhaps more? Time
will tell. Amen.
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