We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
I have a very special brother who died when he was born for his death inspired my birth. I am two people then. From tears to joy I came. The wolves call me honey. More then that a lightening storm changed me. I learned to enjoy lightening and flashes. I even forgot about the moon.
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