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getting there...

I've been in my new place a couple weeks now, still not all finished unpacking...a work in progress.
It hasn't being easy trying to move a 13 room house into a small apartment, but now that i've

downsized my stuff so much my next move should be easy.

It's the first time i've lived in a apartment rather than a house so I thought it might

take awhile for me to get used to it but i'm already loving it, so much less to clean!!
Sometimes big changes are like fresh air...or for some...as necessary as air itself....revitalizing and giving us

new energy and courage to take new paths, discover new passions, to live a little more than we did yesterday...

Dream...imagine...believe...

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♥Hwn09

I'll be moving into my new place on Halloween, so i'm not sure when I'll be

connected and back online but i'll try to stop by visit everyone before I leave.

Hope you all have a happy and safe Halloween.

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♥nikki

It is wrong to think that love comes from

long companionship

and persevering courtship.

Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless

that affinity is created in a moment,

it will not be created for years or even generations

Kahlil Gibran

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Song of the Soul

In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song
A song that lives in the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on parchment;
It engulfs my affection in a transparent cloak
And flows but not upon my lips.

How can I sigh it?
I fear it may mingle with earthly ether;
To whom shall I sing it?
It dwells in the house of my soul,
In fear of harsh ears.

When I look into my inner eyes I see the shadow of its shadow;
When I touch my fingertips I feel its vibrations.

The deeds of my hands heed its presence as a lake must reflect the glittering stars;
My tears reveal it, as bright drops of dew reveal the secret of a withering rose.

It is a song composed by contemplation,
And published by silence,
And shunned by clamour,
And folded by truth,
And repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.

It is the song of love.

~Khalil Gibran