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Sometimes it feels as though the day is decided before you have fully woken. There seems to be a pallor to it, a tint, the edges frayed and worn like threadbare blankets. The fog is thick and unctuous, clinging to your body like wet clothes. It can be misleading, it can make us forget that every moment is a new moment; a new beginning waiting to be claimed. Lift your head now, breathe deep. That is the sound of the day filling your lungs. It wants to bring you good things. Meet them. Notice them. Make them your own. And remember that you, too, are a treasure waiting to be discovered today, a gift to the world unlike any other.
Hand In Hand (Print)
$30.00Price
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