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Let not the heart grow bitter but let it flounder in taste of sour, sweet, and salt, for there the natural beauty of the flower blooms, like flour of bread not bitter.

If one finds the dishwasher goes on strike, then one may also find the electric bill goes up; there are few hands in the water.

How can one make home a warmer place by the fire? When two gather in a warm place their hearts glow.

Be not alone in your home. Hearts grow fonder of the flounderer, struggle not in the womb. See inside the dot, one.  Inside o the light glows.

About billiescauldron

I am in transition. I see myself as a Spiritual Writer and as such my blog will slowly change with me still holding tight to being in the garden as a child loving my teacher.
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