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  • Oct 3, 2025
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When I was a child, I thought of myself as a thief. If you don’t know what it’s like to sneak bits of happiness and peace into your life as a child, consider yourself lucky. Some of us are still learning that it’s okay to be happy, to laugh, to grow, to simply be-- without guilt. 


Perhaps I am still that little thief,

stealing back pieces of myself.


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