Weaving a Blanket of Hope

He threw his head back in his carefree way and smirked a half smile. I laughed, so very close to my own heart. It was like our souls were woven together through time. People used to tell me that this child though an adopted was very much similar to me. They were right and over time he had become a refuge and friend in the emptiness of my marriage.

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Hell is to…

Hell is to see the potential of your human life played out on a screen; the music roars and the trailer rolls announcing you to humanity. The movie is to watch it unfold. The only difference between the two, the choice between living life and living death.
#chooselife

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