October 21, 2022

Doree Grief, life, love, poetry October 21, 2022October 21, 2022 1 Minute

If one didn’t change. Didn’t ever move into new spaces. I would suspect they had ceased to exist. Not as a person, but in the metaphysical sense.

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Published October 21, 2022October 21, 2022

bigskybuckeye says:

November 2, 2022 at 7:37 pm

Well said Doree! Just as the seasons change, we must be prepared to experience some change, hopefully for the positive.

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1. Doree says:
  
  November 2, 2022 at 7:41 pm
  
  Yes, hopefully for the better :). Thank you 😊
  
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