Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage.
If you are not too long I will wait here for you all my life. My Great Aunt Grace in France in the 1930s.
My Grandma Marvel such a beauty. Joy is the best makeup.
My Great Aunt Grace in the 1920's at
Lake Minnetonka, MN. This lake has nearly 125 miles of shoreline. I find it to be a total puzzle to navigate.
Authenticity is not needing external approval to feel good about your actions. I love the sassiness of the girl on the right and the bold smile of my Great Aunt Grace on the left.
It is a blessing or a lesson. My Great Aunt Grace in
La Baule-Escoublac France in the 1930s. Clearly, this would be a blessing sort of situation.
Everything we hear is an opinion not a fact. Everything we see is perspective not truth. My Grandma Marvel with my mom in the 1940s.
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