This week I turn 45. For someone who intended for her life to end at thirty-five, the life I feel at forty-five surpasses all of my wildest expectations.
Quite literally I am only here ten years later because I believed in a damn dream about members of my soul family. I had been familiar enough with the intuitive language of dreams to err on the side of …
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