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Say Something...


A writer must write...Box on top is my mothers. Below-mine. Boxes of words. Like mother Like daughter.

Life is coming in on us at an alarming rate.

Nary are we allotted proper time to experience one event before another comes flying in at break neck speeds. People, you, me...Born of the same guts and bone. True. Limited/Excess resources challenge/provide for some/most. But what do we need? What does anyone need... If money can enhance, it certainly does not always protect. Cause/Effect. Moment/Reaction. The World is hurting. It is tired. With lands on fire, our wildlife is being depleted. Governments are at War. Heroes die flying. What can anyone of us hold onto? A moment. A breath. A story. A glimpse. A smile. A tear. Capture process. Don't judge. Release. Breath. Find the space to authentically-BE. No shine, no glitter, moods to paint. Pure, true, soul. Honestly, Integrity. Genuine. Lift yourself. Look up. Then pass it on...Be kind. Slow down. It is a practice. We will fall. But before we go-Rise, Rise again.

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