My intent is not to fix you, for you are not broken. The love flowing from me is simply a
reflection of all that you are. There is no comfort outside of yourself; deep within is
where your truth lies. You are love. You are joy. You are health. You are strength. You
are life. You are free. Forgive yourself and the ones who tell you otherwise. They, too,
are drifters in pursuit of their light. You’ve got to reconnect with your heart. The world
needs more souls that shine with authenticity, reminding us how to float back home.
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Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
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