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Slow dance…

This poem has been on my fridge door for close to 10 years now...ever ready to remind me to stop, to breathe, to see and hear, to appreciate, to be. Do you have reminders that keep you grounded? That make you pause and re-think, re-do, re-live... So as we approach our weekends, may we feel… Continue reading Slow dance…

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