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We must learn to listen if we are to become the ones we've been waiting for.

They whisper from my Core, and say come rest on us, we'll be your Island.

Drifting through life with my dear friends who have come to lift me up.

Thoughts on a lovely morning.

Seeing clearly on the morning of a New Moon.

Paintings, Images of who we truly are, appearing to us Now.

A thought on the Wind.

From another time, another life, I hear ...

I have broken free of a Story that was not Mine.

checking back in on a friend