Two months ago I started writing letters to my dear friend Steph. Each letter asking her to please come home, I wrote these in a book of my own having no address or phone number to contact her. The past year I have had this vision of her walking through the doors of Nina’s. I had not seen her in three years and she is my dearest friend. A few weeks ago I turned around and saw Steph peering back at me on the other side of the espresso machine. She walked through the doors; my vision became real. She did not know where I was living or working, but had felt the need to stop through the Twin Cities traveling home for the holidays. She heard me; she received my letters. Steph and I adventured for two days before she had to leave.   The other day I opened up my mailbox and found a letter from Steph.  I do not have words yet to describe the beauty in this and the importance she plays in my life. We are united in our purpose and I am so happy our paths have crossed again. 

Two months ago I started writing letters to my dear friend Steph. Each letter asking her to please come home, I wrote these in a book of my own having no address or phone number to contact her. The past year I have had this vision of her walking through the doors of Nina’s. I had not seen her in three years and she is my dearest friend.

A few weeks ago I turned around and saw Steph peering back at me on the other side of the espresso machine. She walked through the doors; my vision became real. She did not know where I was living or working, but had felt the need to stop through the Twin Cities traveling home for the holidays. She heard me; she received my letters. Steph and I adventured for two days before she had to leave.  

The other day I opened up my mailbox and found a letter from Steph.  I do not have words yet to describe the beauty in this and the importance she plays in my life. We are united in our purpose and I am so happy our paths have crossed again. 

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