everything close to hearts does not remain close as doors close to paths we see as ours ambitions change with directionless winds we carve new paths to reach new destinations Torturers, be not proud you just egg us on to find more of everything
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Reena Saxena 
Late to the reading….but glad I am! Loving that second stanza!
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Thank you so much, Lillian!
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I think we need to find those new paths… maybe we have a call for real action (not just waiting)
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If we are running out of something, it is time.
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Good point: what is close to the heart remains open.
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Thank you, Frank!
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A call to arms, I think. To words, to innovation.
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Thank you so much!
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Ah, perspective is a fine thing. I love being egged on to find more of everything. And what really matters. This is lovely and inspirational.
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Thank you, Victoria!
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Yes, the paths we saw as ours are closed for an indefinite time. You put it well.
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Thank you so much!
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Love you poem.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome dear
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A good standpoint in this time of adersity
Have a nice week
Much💝love
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Thank you, Gillena!
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