Our slates have been wiped clean, the pages of our book blank for our rewriting. The pen, held by none other than ourselves. It’s your turn to be the master of co-creation. Your turn to write the story of your life. April, and even moreso May, was a cosmic holding pen of sorts. A cosmic void of nothingness. It felt as if we accomplished nothing and nothing was capable of being accomplished. But it had to be so. For the void was a lesson on presence. Now we stand in June. The pen of co-creation in our hands. And in our hands only. Parts and pieces of the past may reappear. But they are no longer bound to the spine of our books. What remains are blank pages, awaiting for you to work your magic
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