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There is so much to admire, but your raw honesty is the best part. I love how your words spill out real slow as if the truth can take its time. It's as if there is a force behind them, yet the kind that is respectful and quiet - a determination that's observant and patient. And in those words is a wonderful compassion, an awareness of the vulnerability of others, of the sort that is born of painful experience. So when you tell me of your sorrows, believe me when I say I believe you, because it's right there in everything you are, from your eyes to the pattern of your thoughts. You are as the loving parent, tidying, supporting yet encouraging growth. It takes a great spirit to come through so very much and become the person that you are. So yeah, I admire you, that's easy peasy.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 11, 2019.
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It takes strength to love the way you do in a world such as this. Holding onto the best part of yourself, keeping that real, yet pushing onward as you do, that's admirable. So many think they have done what you do, or are how you are, yet they delude themselves. Love became their mask and coldness became their real self, perhaps they never noticed the shift happen. You, however, don't use masks at all. Not to yourself. As such you are strong and dependable. You are capable of real self evolution and being in control of it yourself. I am the same, different as we are. So between us, this is real because we are real to ourselves, honest with ourselves. We can thus make a bond in a way others cannot, for first they'd have to figure out the mask from the real self, to have the courage to look in the magic mirror. I realise what it takes to do what you've done, because I did it too.

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It wasn't just me that had a high opinion of him. The whole squadron did. He never expected more of us than he gave of himself, and he expected the world from us. He demanded every ounce of our being and then a little bit more. But what he gave in return was almost superhuman, hard to describe really. But he was more than a father figure to us, he was a hero. We would have followed him anywhere, into any battle, no hesitation. He was a leader of the likes I don't think we'll ever see again.

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I've heard fancier words. I've beheld more gracious faces. I've been offered fine gifts of gold. You though are the real thing, the one who loves without measure and gives even when it would be prudent to keep more in reserve. In this carnival of life you aren't the carousel of painted horses or the ferris wheel that spins, you are the rock beneath the frantic feet of the revellers.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 28, 2015.