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Post by LadyBlue on May 24, 2005 12:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Paula on May 27, 2005 12:23:42 GMT -5
The finding of someone that is lost is so difficult when they leave with no word. Myself, I have runaway from work when it got too much. Flight or fight , they say.
People leave for a variety of reasons, not least our pianist here who is seen walking in pyjamas with no recollection of who he is, but he can play as a classical pianist. Someone has lost him, but to him he is not lost, as he does not know where he came from.
In working in homeless charities many were to proud to come home. Many did not have the word home as it means different things to different people.
But in the search for Audrey, any possible sighting of that vehicle could lead to where she is. For that we are thankful, as it is a clue, a large significant clue.
With our hearts we pray if she cannot tell us, someone else will. Or the voices of the land around us that speak as no one passes without some form of clue left. With hope then, as there is still hope, we work together to find clues to her, if she cannot give them, the mass effort of cognitive thought those near her have to her traits will lead to a clue that others can pick up on. For that we wait, and listen any time of the day, anywhere. With love.
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