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Updated: Apr 5, 2021

Your time has come.

Your devastated child stomped without conscious thought.  Oblivion seemed to be the ultimate goal where a dark, quit peace lie hiding, celebrating your arrival.

New beginnings are but a step away.  If only to shift position to make that step easier is a victory greater than the rising of the Sun

Your time has come.

Time to look in. Take the mud and the dirt and see it for what it really is, gold.

Gold that is worthless if given freely, worth only if you search, honestly, deep right to the wounded heart.

Dip the wound into clear water.

Watch it turn golden

Avail yourself to victory

Look inside, where you lie, waiting, celebrating your arrival.

John Donovan

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