I am still breathing,
Moving, feeling, sentient
Life is happening.
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Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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I like how this is full of life.
Very inspiring! Go Julie!
Very uplifting. Feels exciting. Nicely done, Julie!
Thats a great moment. 🥰
LOVE IT The ETERNAL NOW