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Mattering. I find that more and more so many things DON’T matter. They cross my mind and very quickly something inside of me does a little shrug, a tiny wave, a small “meh.” I let them go, bless them away like dandelion puffs. Thoughts, questions, opinions, regrets ... A groundlessness. Making room for the round shiny pieces that do matter. That always did.  Comments are closed.
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