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As the sandbags start to clear, my mind springs to life, sliding from here to there, past and present recycling
One more day, I can feel my heart starting to ache and I haven’t even left yet. A still quietness
It’s very essence fills all my crevasses as it weaves itself into the inner recesses and fills the voids that hold me hostage.
Stepping out of conditioning …
we see the light
the process of surrender …