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Hidden Hearts

.. Hear the breeze? She articulates her whim. Her will’s another story altogether. Hear the beat? The art we are (our center) doesn’t have a color, ……..creed, …………….or size. Oh, we’ve had it. We’re going out to make some (progress) … Continue reading

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