I have left my sanctuary. I have flown to the the middle of the country, to the giant state of Texas. I left the comfort of my den, the sounds of the waves, and the sand beneath my toes. I traded my bicycle in for a rental car. I made it and I am OK. I am A.O.K. I am more than that. I am alive and I am grateful.
Apparently, a sanctuary can be made anywhere. Or maybe, being in a sanctuary is actually a state of being. I have left my beachside studio sanctuary and survived! Even better news, I am still in my sanctuary, it came with me! It is me!
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