the little things I don’t do,
and all the things I do not-quite-right,
paint furiously in mirrored hues,
in jerky, hobble-knuckled strokes,
with their overused, gnarled,
blasphemous fingers –
they refuse to stop
and I cannot bear to look
-art by Diego Voci
Heart Breathings 
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Wow, what an insight into our reflection!
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Thank you so much. 💜
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dear Angela, it’s been sometime since I caught up with your words, as always they speak to my heart, holding you in the light, the little light I have to offer
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There’s nothing to catch up on! I’ve some catching up to do with you. I haven’t been here much at all in the last many months.
*You’re light is strong and bright from where I stand.* And thank you. 💜
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hugs and love to you my dear
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And to you. 💜
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