Saturday, March 03, 2007

Just me and my fire, my journal, my doll, my sand:

I see my place, my talent, my line.
I choose to accept Hep C as a present full of wonder.
I am a unique grain of sand.
I know the meaning of effort and victory.
I make wise choices for when to let go.
I have the intuition to understand and the will to carry through.
I am the artist in the middle.

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