We All Have a Story to Tell

What Happens When We’re Unable to Tell it?

erika

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The night sky in my backyard is filled with an infinite universe of stars. I look to them for answers, each one offering endless possibilities. I’m enchanted with the idea that in a sense I’m connected to another living being who is out there in the world gazing up at the exact star I am, at the exact time I am.

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