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Picture of a full moon, a woman with outstretched arms, on a dark, gold sparkled background.

And we're STILL standing.

👇👇👇👇

Well done. Nice catch. I thought the Pic had a familiar ring...

They just can't help themselves. One would think that after all the cheating they've done, that they'd be far more adept. They can't even cheat without getting caught...as they'll find out when the rest of the challenged 2024 data comes in...

How it started vs. How it’s going NOW 👀

LA tow truck driver who towed ICE’s car found NOT GUILTY 🦸🏽‍♂️

100%!

Indeed...shared

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I am left gobsmacked, somewhat breathless and speechless...and none of that in a good way.

America...we are in grave peril.

This is the image of what ARMY and its diverse members represents. We will always do everything to make this the reality. KARMY+BTS+IARMY=UNITY
ARMYS EXIST BECAUSE BTS DREW US TOGETHER. TOGETHER IS WHERE WE FIND STRENGTH AND BUILD HOPE💜

*sorry for using my outside voice, but it seemed important*

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strength of a love transformed.

~'The Shape Grief Takes' by Spirit of a Hippie

✍️ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art Unknown via Pinterest(MAB V5)

and the air fractures.

If we meet ourselves with tenderness,
with patience through the challenging days,
with kindness through the darker ones,
grief becomes not a burden, but a doorway,
not a path to forgetting,
but a way to live again,
with softness, with memory,
and with the quiet(MAB V4)

to ache, to remember.

Even within one heart,
grief moves in waves.
What feels gentle today
may strike tomorrow with the force of a storm.
One moment we move through the world,
carrying our days almost with ease,
the next, a scent, a song, an empty room recalls a presence now gone,(MAB V3)

It may rise as anger, hot, wild, consuming.
It may come as confusion,
or as exhaustion that washes over us like a tide.
Some of us hold memories close,
finding solace in tender recollections.
Others drift toward silence, toward solitude,
where the heart has room to breathe,(MAB V2)

"The Shape Grief Takes"
by Mary Anne Byrne
Spirit of a Hippie

"There is no right or wrong way to grieve,
no map, no timetable etched in stone.
Some days grief spills in tears,
other days it settles quietly
in the corners of the soul,
soft as a shadow, almost invisible to the world.(MAB V1)

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to the author of the poem and creator of the lovely image.***

*before* phase of our lives. But just as surely, we keep trying to let the *after* person we've become, be as full of life, love, and laughter as the *before* person once was...because happiness is life, and feels a whole lot better than grief." D.Helmick 12/07/2025

***I owe all credit for this(6)

It demands skill, and hella good acting talent from time to time, but we also become adept at seizing the spontaneous, genuine, and delightful moments we have. Those are the best times.

BTW, we never "get over it"; we never revert to being "the old us, the *who we were* in the(5)

knowing that "the after" is never far from us. Over time, grief is "just Tuesday", and we get through it because life demands it, and we don't want to become as unwelcomed by others in our lives, as our grief is to us. It's a delicate act of balance. It demands(4)

word; sunrises, or sunsets or silvery, luminescent moonrises, gloriously displayed. Grief then just floats off into something that leaves wistfulness and longing in its wake. We cope with it, we learn to hold on to our untainted memories. We live with, and bathe our hearts with "the before"...(3)

inspired what I've written.

"Whether grief is so new, that it hasn't formed itself into a reality; whether grief is years past the event that birthed it; it is what it is. Grief wears many faces. Grief doesn't always roar, it sometimes whispers with the remembrance of a scent; the sound of a(2)

The poem that accompanies the image, posted below, is the most empathetic, lived in, description of what it feels like to live with grief. My words, in quotes, reflects my lived experiences and the way I have and am, living through my grief. Writing is therapeutic for me, and the poem and image,(1)

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I may resemble this remark...

I may be just a wee bit wifty...

Thou Shalt Not Murder Fishermen While Pardoning Drug Lords This is evil.

Reposting this everyday until Pete Hagueseth faces justice for his crimes against humanity.

The tiny nonprofit I’m on the board of (all volunteer) organizes and runs a free summer music program for rural kids. If you’re looking for a hyper local nonprofit to donate to: plumas-performing-arts.square.site

RFK Jr: "Two weeks ago we ended, under your leadership, a twenty year war on women".

Three out of five men in this shot have been accused of sexual misconduct, harassment or abusive behaviour towards women. A fourth signed into law a near-total abortion ban in his state as governor.