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It struck me that in wanting a part of us to die, it is taking away from the whole.
A beautiful package wrapped with perfection adorned with shiny, sparkly bows; a gift as unique as each snowflake, each with
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