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Healing
The town grows strangely quiet, soft, gentle, And at peace in the snow. Each moment lights on me like a snowflake. A higher self enfolds me, Cleanses the fear and guilt. Forgiveness, Release. I am innocent, worthy, connected, whole. Coveting no illusions, I have everything I need. Here, Now. I won’t forget again.
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