Our needs, our divisions, we look to what separates, maybe for differentiation, maybe with the hesitation of fear.. What if we choose instead to find what connects, our shared joys and loves, understanding the common ground that not only holds us from falling endlessly, that feeds us, that inters us when death comes to remind us of how short our time is here, but weaves us one breath to another in the living dance of story and song.

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