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Dec 2014
My heart is not broken
It is only in pieces that have learned to live apart

It was a choice of survival
Evolving
Floating
Connected by the same body of water

Though unsacred, shared experience records the nobility of freeing oneself to become every moment of your life

North is happy
South is sad
East is angry
West is glad

A mission trip to the four corners of future dreams

Armed with diverse darkened hopes sailing beyond each horizon but touched by the same sea

My heart is not broken
But it will converge one day

Washed ashore upon understanding lands made whole by the hopes of others who decided their journeys no longer could hide them from dreams that are ready to awaken
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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   ---, ryn, --- and Abby Payne
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