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Calling The wind calls my name. I have been here before. It is the place between… where I should be, and where I am going. I have gathered all the help, I have saved and created more. Fear is no longer an option. I am committed to Him. He will never let me down. A shift has been made, toward the right direction. Whatever has held me back before, no longer has power of any kind. I have been set “free”. I am only now learning… what that means. ( a hushed, unhurried tone) That is nothing less than a miracle. I am here to state. I have seen the dark…side… You can never understand, unless you have made a wrong turn, a mistake that can not easily be erased. A giant sign has been built, laid out upon the path, to which you are on. Stop. Listen. The wind is whispering… your name now.

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Date: 8/21/2019 6:33:00 AM
Making a mistake is not a problem,but not learning from it creates more serious issues. If a learning happens and if that mistake turns you into a string individual, then Bingo!!!! A wonderful write!!
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Ann Foster
Date: 8/21/2019 8:37:00 AM
Thank you, friend. Yes, the learning part is a bit sketchy. Oh and learning the "right" lesson is another problem. hehe. Have the very best day. Ann
Date: 8/21/2019 12:51:00 AM
This is perfect! "Whatever has held me back before, no longer has power of any kind. I have been set “free”. Lovely!
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Date: 8/21/2019 8:33:00 AM
Cancer and death come close, take a friend or two, and barely miss you... DEATH/LIFE... worth living all of it... Forever is just a breath away. Have the sweetest day. I hope it is sunny for you. Perhaps a cloud or two with fresh rain to make things smell good. Ann

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