March 16, 1994
I read hope for the flowers this evening. I think it is the first time since the Sierra Club hike. I love the story so much every time I read it. It is so beautiful. So simple. I hope it always remains special to me. God, let no one ruin my beautiful story, let me always believe in the beauty of the butterfly.
I watched the coming of a storm today. It was amazing. Randy was so right when he spoke of the beauty of the powers of nature. The great storm, fires, wind, it is all beautiful. Mysterious. The clouds rolled past so quickly overhead, thunder moaned and the sky lighted uo. Fern branches blew above me, and the sweet smell of the first drops of rain. I was amazed. I only wish my view hadn't been blocked by buildings, I wanted to see, but I could not. Into every night a little rain must fall but at least I hope my rain is always as magnificent and beautiful as this rain.
"You are my friend...forever." Smiling Olga
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