My house is small. somehow, I have allowed things to take over my home and my life. While I have always thought that I do not place a great importance on material items, it must not be true, as I have become overrun with all sorts of possessions. Everywhere I turn, I see stacks and piles of debris. Under the clutter is a clean, simple, pleasant, well organized home. My home has become a metaphor for my life and it is time to clean house. Under all the clutter of my life I actually shimmer; shimmer with substance and value. I know there is still a little light deep in there and I intend to find it.
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