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By: Christina Lindvay March 2, 2020March 2, 2020
Spirit, Writings + Poetry

I am on the path for me and that is often the most uncomfortable place to wait. Yet, when I stay committed to it I am constantly affirmed of this decision to be rooted towards my truth.

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