Wheeling Gull Isle tongkola

how did he?

he supposed there were plenty of things he could do, but everybody followed a different path. whether that was a path of healing, recovery or simple existence.

it involves honesty, first. you confide in me and i will give you the things that your soul has had removed from it. i will hear all your sorrows and do my best to mend them. a brief glance, before he gave her the respect of looking out towards the see once more. we find your path to healing, together — and the island will be your safe place as healing is not always pretty or kind. this was more words than her weeping may have wished to listen to, but he spoke all the same. heavy importance in his tone.

we tend to our kindness here in the gardens. a monument to the things you have been through that will make you stronger, but you cannot carry anymore. he was aware that he seemed to easily lap into some type of religious prose in these conversations.

we will lay to bed your anguish, heda, and then you can feel that freeness.