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Anne's musing

I often ponder, what if this were in fact my last day? How would I choose to breathe? With whom would I sit in silence, chatter or laughter with? I wonder the temperature? I wonder if the sun and the moon are awaiting me home?? I also wonder when I am in this place... did I make a difference of enough where I am today, breathing?

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