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Clouds

I knew what was wrong and why I was bothered. It made no sense, and I told myself that.  But the sadness didn’t go away even when I ate more for supper and snacked on one thing after another.  In the morning, I was able to … Continue reading

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Coming Home

Sometimes I feel likeevery part of me’s beenflung up in the airand caughtin slow motion floating, swirlingand falling leisurelydown to earth. Transitions are hard. Departures and arrivals unsettle me.I have to let it be and wait with You until all these parts of mefall … Continue reading

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