May your courage run strong, even in the crumbling desolation of our world.
May your art run like rivers in your veins, overflowing to those around you.
May your every fear be defeated as you choose to love anyway!
May you be blessed living in the light, taking back the night.
You know what to do. Yes, you do.
Note: This is from my archives.
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