It’s spoken in the book, “The thought of my pain, my homelessness, is bitter poison. I think of it constantly, and my spirit is depressed.” Yet the spirt no longer feels the sorrow it once clutched. Joy, happiness beyond these are true to the inner breathe of the deepest part of my bosom. Since finding the Spirit to sink my inner most sorrows, I’ve found the love for life once shared as a small child. No longer the pains of growth consume my disposition, finding peace within the walls of my being. ©Christina M. Wilmes March 2018 

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