Getting one’s feet wet
Getting one’s bearings
Standing tall
Muddying the waters
Walking away…when the time is right
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Tagged as: death, development, photo, poem, stages of life
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Reblogged this on Zara Irondi's Blog.
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Thanks for the reblog! Have a great day
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You are welcome. Have a great day too.
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Simple, honest, and accessible. Thanks for sharing this. The image fits together well with the poem. Cheers!
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Thanks for the kind note. Have a great day!
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Reblogged this on laricecarter's Blog.
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