The End. You Can Just Leave, Your Bowl in the Sink.

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This blog has been an interesting little adventure but I need to move on from here.  This bowl of thought soup is done.  You(Dear Mother******) have consumed all I am willing to share and the time has come for us to part ways from here.  (Dear Mother******)You are not welcome to follow me where I am going.  Let me be dead to you as you are for me.

To all others reading this,  Rascal Flatts recorded a song that fits well with me right now.  It’s called I’m Movin’ On.  Perhaps you can youtube it if you haven’t heard it before.  It sums up nicely what I have to say at this point.  I don’t know if I’ll ever come back to this place but for now I’m moving on and I’m not looking back.

Rejoice in freedom, it is paid for us all at the highest price.

Blessings and,