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I weeded my garden when I got home, and suddenly you popped into my head, a memory of the end of a session a long time ago.
"Be fearless," you said then, and again today in my head when I weeded the garden.
I didn't think finding my voice would be quite this painful, but maybe it's a good thing that I've waited this long and that I chose this path, because I was able to be clear and measured and true.
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Since you cannot do good to all, you are to pay special attention to those who, by accidents of time, or place, or circumstance, are brought into closer connection with you. (St. Augustine)
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