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  • Art in Progress…

    What I did on my day off.  

    I completed the background of another beach scene….I loved the way the colors worked together.


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    The bright white spot in the sky is the way the dyed fabric came out.  I like it….like clouds.

    I then wondered if big ladies would work on the beach….here is what I played with tonight.  I will let it sit awhile and see what I think, the next time I go down stairs.


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    Their arms are not quite right, but you get the picture.  I thought they would be splashing on the shore….I may have to tweak the water….


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    The quilt isn't laid out fully, but drapped over my ironing board, so the picture doesn't quilt bring it all in.


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    This will give you an idea of my working space…. I only have so much flat surface onto which I can create.  All the pieces are loose until I begin quilting. So, it makes it kinda tricky.  I do use pins once I have a design I feel works.  So far so good….

    I may need to add something in the sand or in their hands….on their heads or in the sky…maybe in the water.  Fun to play and see what comes.  I could literally lose track of time and days and me downstairs. 


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    The colors look odd…but you get the feel….it may be the camera settings. 

    Art in progress.

  • Art

    I unplugged from my life and my husband and I took a long weekend to Door County. The weather was Fall…temps near 40 and climbing up to 50…with strong winds off of Lake Michigan.  

    Our first day we sat and listened to a local band entertain us…on a bale of hay.  As you can see we were up on a hill overlooking a Marina…the band was in the white tent…It was Pumpkin Fest in Egg Harbor.


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    We sat an listened for near an hour…they played country music.  


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    You can tell by the winter clothing it was very chilly sitting with the breeze of Lake Michigan!

    We drove by an Art Fair, and the next day we were one of the first to enter.  I loved lots of what I saw.  There was one tent of Art Quilts, but she had a sign "No photography…"  I was turned off by this. It just seemed to be too controlling.  Her work, was not at all like mine, hers more scrapes of fabric making a design…graffiti perhaps best describes it.

    But, here are some way awesome Iron Works of Art. This girl was outside in the garden of the Art Gallery.  It was the host to the Art Fair.


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    And a Butterfly….by one of the Vendors.  Love what they can do with 'scrap' metal.


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    And a Humming Bird…


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    You can see a spider crawling on the fence on the left.

    And I think this bug is a snail….either way he is cute.  At first Paul thought it was a waste of some good Iron, Until he saw the prices….than he felt this man was getting much better prices than the local scrap yards.


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    And some more Artwork in the Garden of the Gallery. 


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    Don't you just love Nature's colorful backdrop…

    The scenary was great, whether it was at the Art Fair or driving along the Lake.


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    Unplugging and drinking up music, art and nature…with my husband was just what I needed.  

    I have one more day off….I will be home alone with fabric and newly refueled.  I am looking forward to creating my own Art.


  • Trying to Stop Evil.

    In my past couple of posts, I let loose my frustrations of how imbalanced it appears when you are trying to bring an end to an abusive relationship.  How it isn't just an easy exit.  Each party has Rights, and it seems at times, the rights of the one doing the abusing gets first pitch.  That we have to make sure, and then sure again…we have to have facts…and nothing but the facts. We have to have first hand accounts and they need to be impeccable….etc.

    This is all to assure us that we too cannot be falsely accused.

    However, there seems to be a fear that has stretched the reason way out of whack and that we need to move it back toward reason.  

    While it truly does seem like the police are making darn sure there are no errors in the accusations, they are not quite intune with the lives of the victims. 

    The fact finders and the ones carrying the wounds (facts) are often at odds.

    How can we build a bridge of trust and truth seeking?

    How can we enter into a relationship between the abused and the ones helping?

    How is it that the two sides who need to meet in agreement end up often so far apart and part in anger, frustration and helplessness?

    Is it possible that there is a role for mediators?  Someone who can dial back the emotion as well as put some caring and hope in the law of the land…

    In Dial Help, I heard that the police deal with offenders so much, that they often can't switch when dealing with victims and end up treating them like offenders. For oddly enough, the shame and guilt that victims often carry resemble the same postures of offenders.

    Even if the guilt and shame are groundless in victims…their body language and verbal content still reflect guilty actions. 

    A middle person who understands and can advocate for the victims is needed from the git go.  Not only to help the victim, but to be a reminder to the police that they are not offenders…even if their guilt and shame vibes are present.

    The complications of abuse and the pathway out is riddled with pot holes.  

    The intent on both sides is to stop abuse.  But, somehow each side is falling short. It is my humble opinion that the two sides must work together to double team the abuser. 

    For the abusers are lanquishing in the trials and tribulations as they witness the struggle for the two sides to work together in harmony.

    Each time the two sides fall away in distrust and weariness…the abuser wins again.

    How can we manage to eliminate the holes and begin to create a foundation where abusers will begin to fear?  With people in place that can make the transition seamless filled with the facts and first hand accounts that CAN be used in the courtrooms….and courtrooms that are willing and able to prosecute.

    By ratcheting up our frustrations and pointing fingers and blame, we will end up fighting among ourselves and taking our focus off the abusers, and what needs to be done to get them off the streets.  

    What we are finding out already is that there is very little communication or sharing between the "helping" agencies.  Where victim advocates are not offered at the police stations. Why is it that immediately, they are not assigned someone?  Shelter homes are not lending resources about advocates either?  It seems that the victims are being victimized by the separated agencies not willing to step on toes or share information.

    Perhaps there needs to be a third party. A separate impartial string, that can dangle in all of the agencies.  A rope that will lead the victim to each new helping place…with a list of what to expect, what is helpful, what is the best prep in order to fulfill what the laws of the land need.

    A laundry list of crucial points…because now it seems that the abused parent is learning as she goes…by what appears to be too late and not quite enough.

    How is it that we are not clearly educated on this stuff?

    How is it that we all know about fire safety, but we don't know what are the crucial points in exiting abuse?  

    In order for abuse to begin lessening, we have got to form a tighter group.  We need the law to recognize the NEEDS of the victim and make sure that they are not alone.

    We tend to think that victims are supported when their families are pulling a tight circle, but we fail to acknowledge that most families have no clue as to what to expect, what is needed and what is helpful, for they too are first timers in the sea of turbulance of finding out the truths about their children and grandchildren. Emotions are running high and often out of control, trying to stop the leak that has been going on far too long.

    Advocates that can calm the waters and offer helpful ways through….are needed.

    We all need to recognize that we are on the same team…and we all play a key role, but we need to tell each other what those needs are.  It seems now that there are many individuals….but no team.

    We are all on the same side….trying to stop evil.

  • Save a child.

    As I witness a mother try to exit an abusive marriage, keep her children from her abusive husband, the general theme seems to be, Prove It. Show us beyond a reasonable doubt that things are not pleasant. 

    The burden of proving is hers.  The abuser doesn't have to lift a finger in his defense for the laws of the land and the agency policies are there to protect his innocence, repeatedly.

    Not only is it her burden, she has to follow the guidelines already in place…she has to match this unmarked path perfectly and no one tells her what she needs to do, BUT are Crystal CLEAR about what SHE is doing wrong.  

    She is not meeting the standards that the prosecution finds comfort in…the three victims to step forth did not do their job 'good enough' so…Nope, he will not bring this man into his courtroom.  Not good enough.

    The Child Protective Services are not quite sure all the evidence of abuse IS A CLEAR picture of an abusive father….you need to bring more clearer evidence.

    Do they not see what they are asking and what it means to be told repeatedly that what you see, what you hear and what you your self have experienced is not being accepted? 

    They will not take a chance stepping on the toes, 'innocent toes' of the abuser, while they have no troubles what so ever to trample on the painful experiences of abuse when they say, "not good enough".  

    It almost seems that they need to have a movie of the actual abuse taking place…and then, they would find a rule that would eliminate that as not being admissible for evidence.

    It is like the mother is in this insane game….where she is unable to connect her voice, her evidence to the right agency or lawyer or law department that will then MOVE on this abuse.

    What I see is her trying extremely hard going against the odds that are stacked in her abusive husbands favor…and no one will intervene.

    No one will take the rope from her hands.  No one will step forth and say…"You have done your due diligence, we believe that he is the monster he is, we will make sure he never touches another soul."

    This is what we all believe that the Law and Child PROTECTIVE Service agencies will do. But, they don't.

    They don't move a muscle.  They just keep gathering more infor and then they say, nope not good enough.  We need this and we need that.

    Do you know what the this and that is?

    They need more evidence.  How do you get more evidence???

    Oh yeah, that is right.  YOU LET the abuser have more visitation rights.  You wait for him to break into your home again.  You wait and you gather more evidence BY being a victim yet again.

    Would one of the police officers, one of the 'child protective service' people and the prosecutor do what they are asking her to do?  Have any of them actually walked this steep mountain out of abuse?  Have any of them felt the powerlessness of abuse, ONLY to be powerless again to stop it?  Is it their child who has to return yet again to 'visit' his abuser. 

    When abuse happens in the home, I am not sure what it will take to stop it.

    Getting out means nothing.  Getting out means you now have the Law, Child Protective Services and the Court ALL WATCHING the abuse continue.

    Who can stop this?

    What is the answer?

    If the mother refuses to 'let' her child go, she stands in contempt of the court. 

    Imagine ALLOWING your child to be abused IS being in contempt of the court.

    You would think that NOT ALLOWING your child to be abused is what a good mother would do….but, all the 'help' agencies, law and courts make you send your child back to your abusive husband.  They make you.

    I am not certain if pockets of communities work this way, but it sure seems that our town does.  We have evidence of it doing just that.

    When a nonabusive parent is not able to stop her child from being in the presence of his abuser…we cannot call our selves a civilized society.

    We are a society that is not protecting the children.

    We are a society that has made the climb out of abuse so steep and littered with red tape that it is not possible to exit.

    Our society matches the insanity of the abuser…and what makes it worse, is that heads nod in agreement, but then they check their paperwork and shake their heads and drop their hands…muttering, "There is nothing we can do."

    What I had thought was that the FALC was a huge hurdle, but it is only one of many.

    What we need to find out is what is the perfect thing abused women NEED in order to climb the mountain in the shortest amount of time and that will enable her to keep her children safe….and then we need to share this information. We need to arm ourselves with what is needed to successfully exit abuse.

    For now as it stands.  The abused are being kept in the dark. And it seems that most agencies are protecting the 'innocence' of the abuser and not the innocent child.

    It weighs heavy upon me to see the lack of care, concern and movement to save a child.  


  • Change the Rules.

    The insanity of a civilized society and its rules, is it ties the hands that are suppose to protect the children…while keeping abusers free.  Tell me how this is sane?

    How is it okay when a mother is unable to keep her children out of the hands of her abusive husband?  How is it that he gets to be 'innocent' until proven guilty, when evidence has been gathered…stories have been told.  Do most know that it is very very seldom, a very small percentage of the time is a lie told about abuse…and yet we are acting like every child is a liar.

    Children do not even know about sexual behavior and yet we are acting like they have an adult mind….they don't. They are being abused with adult behavior that they can't make up, for it is beyond their experiences.  And, they don't want to talk about it…for it is not comfortable to endure let alone speak of it….and yet they do. And, then we doubt them.  Come on people!

    How is that we have lost the common sense, that we have given up the rights of the innocent to protect the rights of the abusers?

    How is that we would rather fail and let a child endure more abuse, than face the slim chance of false accusations?  

    How is it that a prosecutor can look at different people reporting the same sick treatment from one person and act like there is not enough to make a case.

    Our prosecutors have lost their common sense.  They are willing and very able to look away from countless cases of sexual abuse.  They are looking and then NOT doing a thing.

    How is it that we have fallen down under the weight of laws and rules that paralyze the normal folk from being able to protect a child and we are okay with it???

    What I have found, it was that the abuse was so hard to imagine, BUT rather the way our laws, courts and agencies are so tied up THEY can't do one thing to help a child.

    Imagine, there are rules that will not allow them to use their own common sense.  It isn't that they don't believe the stories being told or the evidence being gathered, BUT none of it will float with the rules and laws.  

    All who have encountered the pleas of a mother and her children Do Believe…but few can raise a finger to help.

    The greater feeling of being helpless outside of being abused…is when you try and stop the abuse from happening and can't.

    It is like being a victim of society and its rules.  Being a victim of an agencies red tape. Being a victim of the prosecutors busy schedule and it is Election time…Being a victim…while trying to not be a victim anymore.

    How is it okay for us to abuse the victims who step forth?  Who are trying like hell to protect their children. They couldn't stop it in the home, in the confines of their marriage and family, and now that they have dared to get out….no one is standing there who can help?

    The general public has nothing to offer. Nothing but empathy…a hollow sorry.  

    Really?  

    What makes a person almost go insane is the amount of folks who know….and do nothing.  We are all guilty of knowing and doing nothing IF we don't change how sexual abuse cases are handled. We are all guilty of not protecting the children, while we allow these insane rules stand.  

    Common sense has to be returned to the land.  

    If our laws are not protecting the innocent, whose laws are these?

    Maybe it is time we no longer are okay with agencies whose funding is for protecting the children and it is spent on keeping the abuser innocent.

    The tide has to turn or evil will prevail.

    All it takes is for a few good law abiding citizens do follow the rules….rules that we all know are insane. Some sane person has to start the ball rolling to change the rules.


  • Creating WIND

    Going to WIND is like going to Recess, where you just arrive and play. 

    What I love is t…. no agenda, no meeting notes, no usual format to follow; rather we come to play and enjoy each other's company.  And yet, beneath the creativity and in its own organic way, mentoring happens.

    It is subtle.  Flowing.  A perfect phrase, an added voice, the gentle affirmation, a connection in understanding…the opportunity to glance at life from another's point of view…and to see your life differently.  The blending of ages and life experiences…

    Last night we played with beads…


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    Each were drawn to certain colors….


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    and shapes, designs and styles.  Nice to see many different options.


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    Some found a flow and pattern easily, others had a hard time deciding what felt right.


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    The memory wire was new to me and look forward to creating one someday…

    It was also very interesting to see bead sewing….painstakenly using thread and beads to weave this pattern.  I enjoyed my time which flew by….Creating WIND


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  • On the First Date.

    Thirty years ago I went on a date with a man I had been talking to on the phone for about 6 months.  We came from two different lives and I was unsure yet very attracted.  It was going against all I believed towards all that was unknown.

    He and I both knew we were an unlikely match.  My strict religion and very conforming lifestyle…didn't allow for most of the things he enjoyed.   

    Early on, we both put aside our differences and found what connected us was our differences…The differences made us look deeply at who we were and why.

    I was on the extreme end of the cult religion and he on the wild free side of being his own man; no keeper stood between him and life.

    He was and is, extremely allowing of others to be themselves.  He has never tried to make me do anything I didn't feel comfortable with and oftentimes, I had to dig deep to find a personal belief beneath the teachings of the church and it was there I was able to meet him.

    In the past 7 years our relationship withstood a life change within me and it was his example that led me forward.  When my cult and family lay in ruins, I was then asked to define a self free of them…and I did.  He allowed these changes to happen even while afraid for what it would eventually mean for our relationship.

    What I believe made all the difference in the world, is that we have been and are still today, two separate individuals…who stand alone. Even when I stood alone as part of a cult, he honored what I honored.  And I never, not once, tried to convince him to come my way…to believe like me.

    This freedom and unbound space we relate in is the free space called love.

    We didn't know if my life changes would completely wreck our relationship and we were both willing to see how it would end. We both had to be willing to let our relationship die, in order for it to live.

    My life changes took me out of my religion, out of most of my relationships with family…as I changed the pattern I was raised in.  I had a wide berth of freedom to transform.  Neither of us knew the outcome, but we both put my wellness above the relationship.

    My total life went under a complete make over and in the end, our relationship is still standing strong.  It is different.  I am different.  We are both still two individuals doing what we love and where our passion lies. Neither of us are interested in changing the other.

    But, to be honest, a time or two I believed he would have to change OR we would have to get a divorce. Only to find out, it was my mind, my list of things he needed to do for my peace.  Once I understood that my peace and my joy and my love was my business, not his.  I was able to become a whole being on my own.

    The greatest gift our relationship has given me is the freedom to be me.

    I love my husband more today, than I did 30 years ago…on the first date!

  • Change is Beautiful!

    Sunday was a beautiful day and I did get out to enjoy the Fall Colors….

    Nature has a way of restoring my balance, settling my soul, and brings life into focus.  Reminding me that the Universe has things all under control…even if at times, parts seem to be way out of control. There is a reason for the upheaval, a test is going on, a lesson is being delivered…something that is not in balance is trying to balance itself out.  

    When things are at their most turbulant, a huge exam is going on…an examination of you…of your life, your choices, your beliefs, your thoughts and inner feelings, something is off that is now seeking balance.  Our test is to find what is out of alignment with natural self.  To even find a natural self…a self that is wholly you.  To separate yourself from others, to find a container called you. What do you feel, what do you know, who are you?  

    Not only who are you when you are with others, but who are you as you.  Just standing alone what are you made of?  

    I know, that typically, when things are out of control in my life, I look first to blame the other person.  But, what I have found time and time again, when I put the power and control in other, I am then the victim of their actions.  If, I need them to act a certain way for my happiness, then I have given them my happy button for them to control.

    Learning how to extricate myself from others was a lesson that was repeated over and over, and it pulled my power back from multitude of lives. 

    It is my greatest desire to restore inner power, not only to me, but to all I have relationships with.  I want each of us to be separate powerful individuals.  The strongest relationships are the ones with two strong individuals…whose individual power is in complete balance.  Where you are not leaning upon each other for your full strength.  

    Most of my life's lessons were undoing co-dependency…and learning to stand and walk alone.  

    This solitary walk can seem scary and wrong even for those whose lives have always been secure in the comfort of another.  

    Coming from not only a cult like religion and abuse, but also co-dependency, it has been my greatest achievement to separate and be my self. One that took extreme amounts of effort and pain to detach myself….but one that has given me complete freedom to be me.  

    To live my life from the inside out…to be my natural self.


    The Bridge and Portage Lake on a calm Fall Sunday Morning. 

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    In the afternoon, my husband and I took a ride to Mt. Arvon, the highest point in Michigan.  Here is the view from the top!  It is looking over Huron Bay, Keweenaw Bay and into Lake Superior. The colors were peak!  Hard to capture in a picture what the naked eyes sees.


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    And coming down, we spotted this little pond, with wonderful reflection!


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    Peaceful nature…just being itself.  Raw Beauty.


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    And, I Love my jeep. (didn't sell, so it is mine again!) I am so excited to be back driving this.  It will make my job so much easier to be back driving on the right. And, it is a great little date vehicle…

    The woods are so beautiful it takes your breath away.


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    Fall is nature's way of showing us how change is beautiful!

  • Poke Holes in the Spell.

    I found myself in a strange spot, where my intentions never made it to their home, where my concerns were intercepted by anger and judgment.  

    My love and concern left my body and before they landed, anger and judgment were fully encased in my words.

    Concern's content was completely disheveled and twisted.

    My concern had landed in a place where love was unwelcome and unseen.

    It is shocking and horrifying and greatly intriguing to witness this.

    What is so odd is that I literally do not hold any judgment within me, nor any anger…that inside me is caring concern and love.

    When I attempt to give what is within me to this other person, it feels the opposite of my intention.

    And, I am being blamed for something that isn't mine.

    I am being blamed for being angry when I am not angry.

    I am being blamed for being judgmental when I am not judgmental.

    And, it seems she wants me to change.

    How can I change what isn't inside of me???

    It is so complexing and so maddening.  For IF there was anger I could deal with it.

    If there was judgment, I could deal with it.

    But, if there is only loving kindness and grave concerns….how can I change them, and what would that look like?

    It seems odd that in order for her to feel loving kindness, I have to care less, be less concerned, less involved, less speaking…to stop caring.

    What I am learning about yet again is how each of us carry a definition of love, and it is from there that we recieve and experience life.

    It matters greatly what your definition of love is.  

    What does love feel like to you?

    The world can't give you love, only you can define what love is.

    The way abuse shows itself most clearly is by your definition of love.

    When an abuser does his grooming well, you will flip around love and fear.

    You will not fear him, but love him…and then you will fear those who truly love you.

    It is an amazing transformation in its tragic outcome.

    The mind is now set to recieve loving concern as anger and judgment…you push away from loving concerns…feeling it as anger.

    And, there is nothing the giver can do…for a mind convinced against its will is of the same opinion still.

    Life may show itself differently over time…something may jar this incorrect definition lose, but until then..I am a bystander watching the train of abuse…wind its insidious way in someone I love.

    I am once again tagged as the monster and the real monster sits unscathed.

    While under the spell of this grooming, you clearly can't see or feel.  Hence, abuse is allowed to continue on.  You are now incapacitated or incapable to discern good or evil.  

    I lived under this spell.  I believed my mind against all evidence to the contrary in real life.  I get this spell.  I understand the grips of control it has on your life.

    What I didn't have while under the spell of abuse was an adult person to speak the truth.  No one contradicted my mind.  No one challenged me.  No one led me to believe that my mind was wrong.

    I feel deeply, that when I bump up against someone whose mind is under the spell of abuse, that I do my due diligence to poke holes in the spell.







  • Breaking the Silence of Abuse.

    My quilts arrive at Fisher Hall, 135.  The venue wasn't quite prepared for them, but we managed to get them on display. They held their own, caught a few eyes…Even if the students didn't attend the RAINN movie and discussion, the quilts will be a memory…A Lady, her quilts and their story.


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    A young man stopped by, and spoke to me about how his mom quilted.  I believe, if we didn't put the quilts with a designated event topic that most steer clear of, but rather just display them….and let them draw folks in…they will give awareness to the affects of abuse and the wonder and power of facing your truth.


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    Two of my daughters came…Grace and beauty as they move around and helped with the quilts.   I do appreciate their willingness to attend.


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    And the Dial Help women….tirelessly offering their help with victims.  Trying to gain a visible stand in our community.  It isn't that their message or efforts are not what victims need….it is that victims are not made aware.  

    I find it a very complex and perplexing image….Victims in need, but not being led to those who have alot to offer….And those with alot to offer….wanting to catch the ears of victims. What seems to be a no-brainer, ends up leaving both sides wanting.


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    It is my humble opinion, that there are changes in the WIND, that we can create and shorten the span between the two sides. That we will no longer need events that 'educate', but rather we will host events that show the progress, the success and the creative power of breaking the silence of abuse.

    Thanks everyone who participated….

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