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poem twenty eight: the process


'...trust in the process, the process of time, believe you are safe, floating down your little independent river, whilst you’re there, look up at the stars, thank them for their guidance, wish for their protection... each morning, wake up and smell the coffee, allow the clock to stop, as the birds awaken, the trees whisper secrets, and your mind feels alone at last’ ✨



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