This weekend was very surreal. We gathered together for comfort, for each other's company. We gathered to remember. To cry. To think. To release. To hold. To ... be, free of masks and fronts and aliases--hurting, broken, tired, confused, stretching, growing, older souls before God
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Thank you for your comment. I never know what to say when you write things but I always want to say something. I wrongly assume I shouldn't comment. I'm going to change that. :)
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