There is no greater feeling than walking the quiet, still, snowy streets of Chicago. I felt like a child again. I needed that feeling so badly. I'm fast losing my sanity and am finding it hard to know where to go next. Things are going to work out, though. I just need to get through this rough patch. After winter comes spring. I just got to hold on and not give up. I need to keep finding the beauty in things.
Tonight was beautiful.
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Keep finding the beauty. Spring does always come no matter how long the winter lasts.
The hawk has appeared to me on several occasions. I send you that sign as a reminder of the great strength that you have with in yourself.
I love you, Rebekah.
Mom
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