There has always been something special and introspective about November to me… and what the earth reminisces of the moments we first met… when a flesh-wrapped spirit embarked on her journey here by the love and foreknowledge of her Creator; achieved also through the will and whimsy of men. A tiny bundle of awe-inspiring paradox; innocence born into iniquity. A vessel to carry a voice to herald a Goodness.

I am so thankful to be alive.

take heart,
R.

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