Poetry
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I Am Me, I Am Not You I had a dream that a bird flew to me and asked “Why? Why was I down on the ground, not up in the sky? The wind is cooler, the air crisp and cool; Why do you walk in the dirt, is there some special rule?” I paused…
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Gratitude is the wine for the soul. Go on. Get drunk. -Rumi Intuition, that quiet little inner voice that guides me, keeps me out of danger and helps me to realize my true path has been screaming at me as of late. I have so much packing, storing and cleaning to do and so little…
Mostly Michelle Marie 