I'm about to leave for this new job.
How I wish a cup would be taken from me.
Soft place to fall---kind blue eyes and uplifting voice, a "there" voice.
When you accept things, you run up against a "rough" You run up against a "rough" and then you start walking, trying to forget that you are hurt, overlooking the hurt---that's what acceptance is---running up against a "rough" and overlooking the hurt. Acceptance.
Cindy
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