Awakening under a beautiful white blanket of snow, yet in the dark, and hours later as the light comes up, I understand the meaning of the paradox…
beauty can coexist with endings.
Reality bites and awakens the soul. The light returned when I no longer needed to search for it.
Now that the power is restored, I see…
And love returns.
Love and blessings,
Wendy
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