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If, only if, one chooses to let it go. and if that one is not there himself then how is he to know? Perhaps there is always some one there holding life in his hand. Holly LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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If, only if, one chooses to let it go. and if that one is not there himself then how is he to know? Perhaps there is always some one there holding life in his hand.
Holly
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