Closet purging time.
Hard to pitch old clothes I love,
Dreams when garments fit.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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This brought a smile as I can so relate.
Good to have company! Thanks. 🙂
Oh, me too.
Laughing. Thank you.
Yep! ❤