Maria Karfis Realtor Associate

7 years in heaven Lynn Bove’

You left on 4.10… and today I found myself at 1140.

At a new listing.

I didn’t notice it at first. Then something in me paused. The numbers, the quiet way they aligned, like a memory gently asking to be felt.

And then… the feather.

A single white feather, waiting for me as if it had been placed there just for me. No reason for it to be there, yet there it was. Soft. Still. certain.

They say white feathers are whispers from heaven. Little reminders that love never leaves, it just finds new ways to reach us.

4.10… 1140… the feather.

It didn’t feel like coincidence.

It felt like you.

7 years… and somehow, you still find me.

Always

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