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Good Morning X Happy Friday!

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Good Morning X 👇🏼 Every day gives you two choices: See problems or see possibilities. Complain or choose gratitude. Live in fear or live in faith. The difference between a heavy heart and a peaceful one is perspective. Gratitude and joy aren’t just feelings, they’re choices. And when you choose them, your whole life begins to shift.

And now this……….

Ummmmmmmmm First Assange returns and now Trump posts this 🔥🔥

MSM IS THE ENEMY

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No hurricanes. That’s odd…..

BRAND NEW SHOW SHOCKING: Anyone else watching the show On Paramount + Called Lioness?? The disclosure is Off the charts!!! What’s the most shocking Truth you’ve heard from it? It covers a lot of agencies It covers DC It covers MSM It covers vaxx It covers food Etc etc etc

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Here it is: We need more Kelvins

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Dads where you at They need you!

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Perspective

From Alvaro 88883: I’m not going to write about the planes. Or the smoke, or the flags that came out afterward to hang from balconies as if to cover something up. Everyone has already written about that. I’m going to write about 11:30 that morning, when nothing was falling anymore and the people of Manhattan walked north down the middle of the street, in silence, covered in a white dust that wasn’t dust. They walked because the trains weren’t running, and because standing still that day was dangerous for the mind. Walking was the only thing that still made sense. What nobody tells you is the sound that was missing. New York without horns. A city built for noise, gone suddenly quiet and that silence is what truly frightens, more than the fire. Fire is understandable. The silence of eight million people is not. And there’s something almost no one says out loud: for a few hours, before the names were known, before the “MISSING” flyers went up taped to every corner of Union Square — wedding photos, birthday photos, people smiling without knowing that picture would be the last one anyone would ever have of them during those hours, everyone, without exception, called someone just to say “I’m alive.” Not “I love you.” Not “Take care.” Just that: I’m alive. As if that basic phrase had suddenly become the only thing worth saying.