somehow through the whirling dervish that is my mind, God still manages to remind me to stop. Smell the roses. Listen to someone else. And breathe.
It’s all quiet transitory anyways.
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- Betsy
- I'm a girl with a dream and half a plan and an apparently haywire GPS. I think too much, talk too fast and type too many typos. But I'm learning to love the person I am when no one else is around, and figuring out how to be her when they are. :)
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