I face the churning sea and know I am looking into the mirror of my soul. Volatile and simmering with possibility. I can feel the power in the moist air, droplets of mist cover me. MAYA, and her veil of illusion keep me tied to hope. I keep coming back, yet each time my armour is pierced and I live with the scars. The Earth is a beautiful and terrifying place. Wars are waged and people are dying all over Her offering searching for freedom and truth.
I live in the United States of America, and despite any quarrels Americans have with their government, we are so very lucky, so very lucky.
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