Thoughts drift like snowflakes,
now soft and light, now small and
hard, sometimes sideways.
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"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure…We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?… There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do…as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same." ~M.Williamson
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They definitely do that. Unruly boogers sometimes too!!
I don't mind thoughts; it's the snowflakes I don't like.
Snowflakes, leaves, pollen, petals, like the thoughts in my head, there's always something swirling, Pat.
It got cold so suddenly here, Captain. I was taken a bit by surprise.
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