Here is the part where I try to convince you that I’m not as bat-sh!t crazy as the rest of you.
But truth be told, I am.
I have ovaries of steal. Sometimes they come with opinions.
I am a dreamer wearing the flesh of a cynic, a gregarious agoraphobic.
I am a healer and a destroyer, the bullied and the bully.
I am your ice cream headache.
I am real.
Enjoy me? Inspired by me? Helped by me?
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Abundance always, friends.