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To Be Broken

I love rocks….well, not just any rocks.  I love pretty rocks.  I don’t care much what it is as long as it’s pretty.  When I was little, my dad would take my sisters and me into the desert  for “vacations” which usually consisted of finding a quiet, shaded spot off the beaten path, having a picnic, and taking a bit of a walk.   209 more words

Spiritual Growth

Broken open

Last night I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. Letting my thoughts come and go, just wandering around inside my head. My eyes swam with not looking at anything other than the white paint, noting that we still need to touch up round the light; oh, and we missed that bit on the coving too. 497 more words

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