This person chose time to be with me.
This person put off everything to sit with me by the fire on a cold winter day. The children got ignored, the dogs went unfed and the bills went unpaid. Even for just a little while.
This person followed me on a soul journey involving blood, sweat and tears into a world that they were so caught up in, nothing else mattered. What did matter was that they followed me to the end.
They laughed with me, they cried with me and sometimes they even wanted to share me.
This person paid good money to be with me. Just because they loved me.
This person is my reader.
Appreciate your readers. Without them, you have nothing.
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