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Catherine W

And I'd be right behind you, waiting in line at the snake-oil store with my last nickel clasped tightly in my sweaty palm.


I'm listening. And wishing for you, for things to shift to the place where everything is as you hope it will be.

Not On Fire

For me, I was ready to dance in the moonlight, clothed in goat's blood. I wish you peace.


A great post. The plummeting feeling of not recognising yourself in all of this......

Thanks for sharing.

Catherine W

Just thinking of you this evening and wondering how things are. Hoping for you.

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