here is a little story about what to do when tottering on the brink.
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There’s Nothing More Important … –
Kendra walked into the kitchen, fresh out of the shower and as naked as the day she was born. Reaching up to the cupboard for a glass, she tightened her lips and breathed out slowly. She could feel it coming on again – those troubling thoughts that had been an impasse and plagued her disposition for the majority of her life. It was easy for people to tell her to get over what had happened to her in her past and even easier for them to call the damaging reflections something she just needed to forget. But oh, if they had to trade places with her and experience the flashbacks she had, they might not have been so quick to judge her.
Pouring herself a glass of water from the sink, she walked over to the back window, looking outside at the new moonlight and then to the back swing as she recalled the first time she sat on that swing with Sage. Oh, what a blessing he was, one of the most patient and understanding people she had ever met.






















































































































































































































































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