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There was something she didn’t share, but knew.
She held it, close, against her heart. A snuggle for her spirit. They could not take away what they did not realize she understood.
So she hid her comprehension. Her perceptions. Her realizations that what was presented as truth, was not.
Real Truth, that which resonated with her soul, was different. It sang.
She’d been quite young when she’d learned how to discern the babble from the song. It hadn’t been easy to maintain Truth, to blanket her face with masks of complacent adoration. Still she labored at it, keeping hope afloat.
For the RDP Sunday prompt: Truth
Na'ama Yehuda 
YES.
And when she found someone to listen
She cried and cried and cried.
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I hear you. I hear you very much.
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Toda Raba, Na’ama
My Arabic name is Julia
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Sure thing, Julia. And, thank you …
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And hopefully the day will come when she’ll be free to embrace and proclaim the truth without fear. 🙂
Thanks for participating in today’s prompt.
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When to that for all of those for whom that is reality. Was a pleasure to participate!
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Some truths are not for sharing, at least not with the everyday world
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That may be true – though there is a wide space between sharing with no one and sharing with everyone … Selectively sharing with those one trusts and feels can be helpful is probably the best way. Privacy, by choice, is fine. Silence is not the same as privacy. … 🙂
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Agreed
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🙂
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