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Finding Rhythms Again

By: Susan Browning

The tide came in that day. I recall the exposition. I felt the cool air breathe upon my soul. It marked a returned cycle to where we had once been. “New rivers require new rhythms”, He whispered. It seems a long time ago now. A time I can’t even articulate, so much has changed. How I have grown.
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Silence

By: Elaine Fraser.

In the noise, we hear voices of not good enough and you’ll never do it. Read more