Moments
have presented
themselves.
Little
reminders
of
how
wonderful it
is to
smell
sunshine
and
watch things
grow
and
laugh
and
sing
to
yourself
and
surge
forward.
Linda,
a
week
from now
it
will all
be over
and all will
be well.
And,
Joe,
I
know
you are
soaring.
And
birds
wake
you
up
singing
and
you
feel
your
heart
beat
and
wonder
where
the day
will
take
you.
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