My reality is a dream
I sit in everyday
I ran from it
and now
I grasp it as tight as I can
I don’t want to let it go
I don’t want to be anywhere else
Here with my loves
Among their blooms
Among their thorns
Is where I wish to be
-Saschia
Here, I Am Here
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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Wonderful Job S! I’m stoked by the simplicity and the eloquence of your words. Moving.
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I’m moved by such wonderful comments. You’ve put a smile on my heart. Thank you for such kind words. 🥰
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You are welcome dear friend. Take care.
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Peace to you. 😊😊
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Likewise.
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