There is no peace and joy like knowing you are in the right coordinates of eternity. There is nothing quite as dreadful as knowing you are out of step with the dance of flames and ashes.
The womb will never hold you forever, but each in its time must come out alive or stillborn. When the time comes, one needs to rise to paths defined.
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we all grow with the seasons, don't we?
hope the two years have found you some self-growth and fulfillment.
you have changed so much, my dear cousin! keep up all the good work - so proud of you!
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