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At some time in our life
we have to go back to ourselves.
Even though the trepidation of
our footsteps, as we march to the
continum of time, does develop
a pace of its own.
Still, to stand tall and hold our
convictions, should be as
natural as the purple magnus
cornflower bursting forth life
in all of God's perpetual love.
I am no longer the ingratiating
hostess. I finally arrived at a
place I never left.
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