Barbara R Maxwell

It’s a gray, foggy Sherlock Holmes looking morning outside

The sky is painted in dark muted colors

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It’s a gray, foggy Sherlock Holmes looking morning outside

The sky is painted in dark muted colors

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When one is surrounded by clouds of darkness

When the burden feels to much to handle

When life is crushing you down

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When one is surrounded by clouds of darkness

When the burden feels to much to handle

When life is crushing you down

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Waking up

Early morning rituals

Watching the sunrise

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Waking up

Early morning rituals

Watching the sunrise

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They walk among us

We can’t see them

They have always been here

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Even when it looks like it there is no hope. Don’t give up

Believe

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Even when it looks like it there is no hope. Don’t give up

Believe

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There’s darkness outside

With just a glimmer of light

Slowly the darkness cedes

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