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This one was not easy –But necessary things are not always easy things to do.And so –Here it goes. There is nothing quite like the moonlight when you sit on the roof somewhere and look up. I love this. I love being far above the ground and far above the regular world.I can call this a safe place, despite perhaps the dangers of falling.But I know I won’t fall.Not from up here. I have been doing this rooftop thing in one way or another for decades now.I remember being a kid.I don’t know how old I was the first time.I was south of my teenage years but not by much.I was south of my troubles too, but I could feel them approaching. I suppose I was coming into the awareness of, “Me.”And all of this, all of that and all that I saw and learned and all that I believed may or may not have been fact or fictionBut this is life from a subjective sense. I was growing. I was seeing things for the first time and God; the small pond was so big to me than.I say this with a figurative comparison to a big…

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