Lessons Learned, Healing Hearts

Lessons Learned, Healing Hearts

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WpMetadataReadCompleet woe, jul. 31, 20248h 43m
They say people come into our lives for a reason. When Piero meets Marlow there is a lesson for each of them to learn. Coming from a hard breakup, Piero had given up. Determined to leave falling in love for a time when he could devote more of himself to it, he was not prepared to meet someone who so quickly turned his world upside down. Confident that she would heal his heart, the question was could he, still doing what he loved, do the same for her?
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