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Nov 2014
Patience. All my life, I've held onto it like a stone dead center in my palms.
I am not afraid of slow. I crave it.
I know it will make more sense that way.
Even restless as I am.
I've seen some take aggressively and there they go, further upwards.
But I want to do it right. My whole life. I want to treat people good while I'm here. I want to create and live as much as I can in an authentic way.
If that means taking the slower pace, then okay.
Terra Lopez
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Terra Lopez  oakland, ca
(oakland, ca)   
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   Jamie King and GracefulWords
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