Moving Day

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Hula was lifted again; removed from the perch she has sat on for many days. She’s not quite sure how many days she’s spent in the window, but she started when she was able to smell the purples and browns from the trees, their colors bleeding down upon the ground.  She watched as the trees lost their color and soon became like brown stone, bare save for the squirrels planning for the long months ahead.  Soon she saw a blanket of white covering the landscape that was opened up before her.  She felt the bitter wind through the crack of the windows she sat in front.  The cold never forced her from her dance and swaying that hypnotized the female giant that brought her to her new home.   She felt the bitter wind through the crack of the windows she sat in front.  She stayed there as the trees became caricatures of…

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I'm one of the millions of people who battle depression each day. I've been experiencing depression for as long as I can remember. I want this blog to no only help me, but help someone else out there who struggles as I do

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