Journey of Reclamation

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Old hollows of “too much” echo in the deep cavernous place of all that has been excavated. Attempting the last remaining breaths to activate into something with roots but is met with inhospitable soil. Those old patterns will not re-root, they will succumb to the death rattle of the end. The end of toxicity. The end of doubt. The end of shrinking. The container has been cleansed and poured all that no longer serves back to the universe.