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to what is.
Releasing my need to have
anything my way.
Working always with the
ingredients before me.
What else can I possibly do?
Why do we think we can control
things through our own desires?
A pure recipe for grief.
And Lord knows, we have
enough of that.
6:05 am
10.15.22
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