As best I could. I do hope that it might find its way to where it belongs, wherever that might be, and that it wasn’t filled with too much ambiguity. It’s made difficult for me at times when I see too much and know too little of what is meant to be. Smiling now… what is to come.
God bless and keep you whole. Each and every one. Or break off the pieces that aren’t meant for you to bear, or cherish another in what might be your share. In balancing the very art of you.
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