Monday, May 26, 2014

i work the waters

i work the waters,
i sail through
the skies.

seabird off staten island


Maria de Fátima e JorgePestana said...

So beautiful my dear.
I hope you are feeling well today, you always seems so happy in your pictures, and you make me feel gald to watch you and hubby and Pteribird and friends and family.
I pray for you to be better and feel no pain.
Love you, always,
your sister <3

Maria de Fátima e JorgePestana said...

No Jorge any more, dear.

karen lyons kalmenson said...

thank you so very lovely lady♥

hope all is well with you and those you love....

love always from all of us here♥♥♥

karen lyons kalmenson said...


Maria de Fátima e JorgePestana said...

No, dear, things are not well here, unfortunately.

After 41 years of marriage Jorge left the house and his family.

You can imagine how I am feeling, with 60 years old, in solitude.

Solitude is a beast and kills you every day a little bit.

But I have my sisters and my brothers and always get strenght from you.

Be well, my dear. Love you.

karen lyons kalmenson said...

I am so sorry that you are going through this terrible time.

You are a wonderful woman and Jorge loses, by leaving you.

We will always be here for you, (( hugs and healing energies ))


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