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Nov 2018
If ever I could shed my tears, they may spread throughout the world
and save the people of lost souls, not yet know how to radiate their light.

Come into your dimensions, cross your heart with love, and think of how you got here in a second of your dream light last night.

Remember your path does not cross you, you make it happen where you seem to appear without your knowledge.

Being you can be amazing if you only release your pain, loving
self will always love as long as you recognize who you are.




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Harriet Shea
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Harriet Shea  80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)   
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