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  • My family is my anchor. They are the thing that holds me firm to the earth. It's not a responsibility that I impose upon them; it is the nature of my connections here on earth. Should they cease to be, I would cease to be. Simple as that.

    When I hold one of them, I am plugged into the generator, the power that lights me and keeps me moving. It's a wonderful and terrifying knowledge about me, but I accept it and move through my days, knowing that they are there because of love. And now they give it and they generate it without regard for the quality of the person receiving it. Open handed, open hearted. They are all there is - and THEY ARE PURE LOVE.
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