In the gauzy evening of our disparate lives, we stand by our loved ones and convictions. We continue to grow strong in spite of our spiky imperfections and ominous shadows on horizons beyond us.
We are not always as close as we appear, but–because we grew from the same earth–we are never too far apart from the history we share as we reach higher toward distinct patches of blue.
At times, we wonder what binds us. But–with a nudge or two–we recite lines from the pages of our youth, we remember trailblazers before us, we whisper today’s dreams and tomorrow’s travels.
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Beautiful, Mark…
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Thanks so much, Tom.
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Far more optimistic than I can manage, but I love this line “”we stand by our loved ones and convictions.
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Thank you, Jeff.
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But what will tomorrow’s travels bring? More roadkill that froze at the appearance of our headlights? Or a blessedly free stretch of highway, where the mists of new morning are felt more than seen.
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Hmmm … I like your fresh stretch of highway idea. Thank you for stopping by, Greg.
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