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Apr 2020
On a warm spring day you are walking along a riverbed, thinking. What is the next step. What is it. You are not waiting for a thought to appear to tell you when and how to take action. You are waiting, in truth, for your being to drop the last layer, to get ready and accept the power. The power of your very own voice, to create the world you want.
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