Aug 8, 2024

The morning came, cold and clear, blue skies and a biting wind. My despair had collapsed under its own weight, and it left me with a diamond-hearted resolution. This would not be my last day.

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Tracy

Aug 9

Great story telling!

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Thank you Tracy!

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I totally agree!

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