The words are held hostage as they sit on the tip of the tongue. Silence becomes more than golden, but a requirement for salvation for body and soul. Opinions are kept discreet, because minds can’t be educated, or won’t. We speak, but not heard, we hurt, but can’t heal, we open arms, to closed fists. The preamble to the Constitution, ‘in order to form a more perfect union’ becomes as illusory as the magician pulling the rabbit from the hat.  Many have fallen into the rabbit hole looking for wonderland, but it doesn’t exist, and they will never benefit from believing a falsehood of the ones that will keep them dumbed down.
There is a time and a place for every season and every reason, and no time like the present to hold each other closer with love and acceptance, because if we don’t for each other then there is no going forward…….. IMO

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Debra Flint-Salter