I moved. I packed up my life piece by piece I picked up each object or picture or writing and decided I decided to keep or give away or toss, burn and bury. I did it one step at a time, one foot infront of the other. And Now I’m living in a little 350 sq ft apt above Adams garage I feel. I don’t know yet. I feel relieved that it’s done I feel tired and in pain. I feel determined To be open to whatever comes. I want to know What else is possible???
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