Recent stormy winds have tossed us into the air, scattered us around, slowly revealing that nothing is as it seems. The past lingers around as the new rises and we again grasp, cramped between the two, that pain and mourning can’t be skipped, they are of the pattern.

Turning the stone and facing whatever comes up from underneath takes courage. Not everyone will do it.

Life hums its bitter-sweet symphonies.

things arent what they look like - are you ready to face the truth about yourself that sleeps under the stone


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