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Memoirs of a Past Life Tourist
Both Sides Now
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” Rabindranath Tagore
A Glimpse
Everybody has a story, that sequence of life events that they use to design how they present themselves to the world. My story began November 15, 2008. It goes something like this…. Brenda is Broken Open “God breaks… Read More
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