TGIF’s hated brother
I’ll have the brishket
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……..She gazed at me, her eyes half opened. I didn’t mean to wake her, but we hadn’t spoken in quite some time. She yawned, greeted me with a simple touch, her hand on mine. She spoke in the softest tone, “I prayed you’d make it back,I’m so glad you’re home.” Thinking to myself I didn’t know how I had yet made it back. These past months I’d become detached from everyone, everything. “Home?” I muttered……..
Stillness is what creates love. Movement is what creates life. To be still and still moving this is everything.
Never confuse movement with action.
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