Working very deftly, I see.
Placing your work in a hole, covering it up carefully, and concealing the spot.
Then, rewarding yourself with a little supper of hot chocolate, sweet cake and fruit.
Perhaps the universe is in time to save you, arriving in time to guide you.
We are made perfect and created whole.
Accepting this truth is the highest spiritual unfoldment.
Things may not be seem to be the best or even ideal, but you and I are made for the best.
We are perfect in every sense.
Take a deep breath, and tread gently.
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