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  • Write it.
    And he did, and I wept.
    I am still weeping today.
    Write it.

    Say it.
    For the things we don't say
    we must carry,
    heavy baggage
    on the road to eternity.

    I don't know about heaven and angels and deities and such,
    I don't know where this strange road leads.
    But I do know
    when I slow down,
    when I gaze at the stars,
    when I wrap myself in silence
    and listen, really listen
    I can hear, whispered on the restless wind
    the Next Right Thing to do
    the Next Right Thing to say.
    For there is only ever one thing which is the very next thing.

    And today, for you, it is this:

    You are loved.
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