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| When the night grows dim the stars appear... |
Sorting through old photographs this morning reminded me how full I once kept
my life. Busyness was a distraction from truth. The truth that I eventually came to acknowledge was this: I felt empty, disconnected, and uncomfortable in my
own skin. In order to move forward, I had to work on myself. How interesting today that as life grows quieter, I feel an undeniable richness growing inside me...
