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By Lynne Cory
What if I was walking around with tears dripping from my eyes? What if I was able to see where this sadness originated and acknowledge and thanked it? What if I laid on my bed and allowed all of this grey-brown sadness to release and flow out of an imaginary valve in the middle of my back until every bit was drained from all parts of my body?