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Everyone has a purpose and I remember when I realized mine and most importantly accepted it. The awakening happened in an art class when I embraced it with my whole heart and soul. Then the real fun began. Now I want to share with all you in the world.
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This reminds of when a friend realized she was a crone. She looked out her living room window and a flock of blackbirds lifted from the ground and flew upward, as a fountain of black wings, gradually dissipating from black to gray to the open sky. That Christmas she was "croned' in an official ceremony with friends and family who now acknowledged her changed status as a member of their community. She, too, has dark hair, is an artist, and smiles when she sees blackbirds flocking here or there.
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