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Healing Generational Trauma


are a body of water-bearing the echo of ancestors past. Their distant aches flutter waves of hurt through your bones. Their bewailing tales etch oracles into your soft living flesh. And although their footprints have long been raked over by time's sand keeper, their whisperings can still be heard, deep in that echo of your own heart’s longing. But you are the shore dear soul, you are the resting place for that final ripple; the cloth and song for all past wounds to be tenderly balmed upon.

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