It was weird. It was defeating. It was a reminder of an ancient pact that I made with Spirit.
I thought we were different. I was wrong.
Hello, my name is Lindsay, I’ll be your angel of death today.
As I reflect on it more and more I have come to understand that I fell into an age old story.
I’ve noticed a pattern. It’s staring me in the face. I have no solution to it. I don’t know what its root cause is. All I know… Read more “Neither at fault. Both responsible.”
Who are my teachers?
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