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Sometimes I disappear although it’s as if I’m still here my eyes are lost looking at the images inside my head Sitting in the creations I made the maladaptive dreaming taking over my inner and outer self slowly lowering my resolve and gaining my consent I am sitting quietly listening to the birds but my
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I keep seeing a post saying “Imagine making pancakes at 2 am with the love of your life.” But what if you were hosting the carne asada? To me that is love. That is home. That resonates so much more. With Love, GV Rioz
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