MAYBE YOU’RE JUST RUSTY. Worn out, beaten down, you can see you’re in a
field of dreams. But you don’t know how to move or which direction to take. You
think you’ve lost your heart, because you’ve lost your way.

You’ve become the tin man, stiffened by circumstance, feeling, perhaps, hollowed
out by having lost your chance to cast off all your cares and dance your way to
where your heart has always longed to be. But maybe you’re just rusty.
Maybe you have all you need. Maybe you’ve had it all along.

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