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I found ways to forget my lonliness and in the process forgot who I was. Like clear water clouded by the turbulence of tides, fear became my guide while love seemed to be locked from my heart. I covered my fears with layers of armor - and while I did, I locked love out even more, until I was afraid of love itself. My shield became doing well and looking good and being strong. Yet how strong could I make an eggshell? I began to break - and in the pieces I found, Him. Maggie (Parungao) Tolbertson 1993 |