All stories,matter they are the history of a great nation
Ruth’s smallest baby,
Soars with eagles,
Upon wings of Angels,
As of this morning,
Just nine days old,
Sweet,
Precious within my heart of hearts,
My empaths ocean doors broke open,
With shards in my heart I cried for the joy this small one would have gave others,
Sleep well my 💕 little one,
His candle burned out before he could climb a tree,
Learn to purr,
Know grandma Val lived him,
Val Whitewolf Go live on TikTok everyday. Two emails valheikewhitewolf@gmail.com and valwhitewolfpoet@gmail.com only one. I've written every day for over 500 Days but I didn't notice that I've had 11 days you can keep your virtual things so you mean nothing to me I know how many times I've written Val Heike pen and spirit animal Whitewolf .. https://www.tiktok.com/@valheikewhitewolf?_t=8i4NOlqQ9nC&_r=1 View more posts
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