Postcards From My Mind: Sedona

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Monday, August 30, 2004

Sedona

In life we all hide, behind masks or with eyes blindfolded or turned away. I have nothing more to hide now. I am here now for all to see, flaws, scars, this is me. There are many roads to travel, many doors to open, it’s being seen, my face, my eyes, that gets me inside. Casting off shackles, chains... Sign in to see full entry.

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