The tree is my reminder that there is always the lights of hope glimmering somewhere…
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Last night I threw on my softest sweat pants, big old shirt and my sheepy…
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And yes, admittedly, there is something quite comforting in seeing my name on a sign.…
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Which is precisely when I finally forget about that damned bunny and I remember: worn…
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Sometimes I'm so busy at looking at what isn't, that I miss what is.
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