Dancing Our Way Through Life While Death Whispers in Our Ears

On knowing our fate and living it up anyway

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It’s funny how death dances beside us from our first breath until our last gasp. When I think about death, it’s not symbolic deaths and renewals that grip my spirit, though they are plentiful. The death of my parents’ marriage. The death of my maiden name. The death of myself as a person…

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Aimée Gramblin

Aimée Gramblin

Memoirist-in-progress with the collective awakened and awakening consciousness. Love + Courage = Love Evolution. Creativity Fiend in training.

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