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Sep 2022
Most think their locus of worth is outside themselves. They are wrong.

It is within us. All possess the same inviolable, sacred worth:  Love.

But each of us needs to have our love nurtured by someone else's love.  

It's like a planted acorn. For it to grow into a mighty oak tree, it must too be loved:  it must receive care, water, sunlight.

Therefore, turn inward, not outward. When loved, you will become all you can be. You will become your real self.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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TOD HOWARD HAWKS  79/M/Boulder, CO
(79/M/Boulder, CO)   
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