A Reminder Of Who You Really Are. I saw this video today and had to share it.

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The stories of a girl with a gypsies soul, a hippies heart and a dream of writing. A vigilant vagabond of her own soul. To the Rian I could have been. To the Rian I could have been,. Your book cover framed in the front room and your bags packed to go meet Oprah Winfrey to speak about your story and receive the honor of becoming a part of her prestigious book club. Your words you weave create your living and you know your story has helped aide in so many others to change for the better.