Ah, distinctly, I remember it was in the bleak December
Jinpa Smith Jinpa Smith

Ah, distinctly, I remember it was in the bleak December

I sometimes work with clients on catching their mind as it embellishes a moment and builds it from nothing except habit and fear. Chasing a story where someone means something mean. A story where someone hates forever. A story where grief is permanent, where we are forever flawed, where we cannot mend.

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