You choose …
Is this the end of the beginning?…
Or
The beginning of the end?…
Does it even matter anymore?
~* Change *~
(A new beginning)
Changes fly in on the winds of time
Soaring and swooping over the tops of mountains
Slipping and sliding through the leaves of the trees
Floating in through my window.
Bits and bytes
Merge with the wind –
Pixels and places
Electrons in time and space.
Changes grow
In the cauldron of my soul.
They simmer inside me
Boiling to the surface,
Exploding into my being.
You stir the bubbling change in me,
Your recipe of truth and honesty
Hard and soft blend
Of what will be
What can be.
Kaciee
Kaciee 
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