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<center>*Does artificial light have the potential for clouding our vision? Metaphorically speaking, a light at the end of the tunnel would signal the end of uncertainty or misgivings. A sudden upswing in the housing market, a baby sleeping through the night…Troops pulling out of a war zone. The first sign of that light suggests a dash of optimism, a basket of hope, and silently restores our faith. Turn your face to the sun and let it shine, shine, shine down on you.*</center>

*<center>It isn't always easy, and there is no set path. So many things in our path to prevail over before the light can be reached. And, of course, as a more cynical person warned me: the light may turn out to be a train.</center>*

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<center>**It snowed here Sunday, leaving behind heavy, wet snow with rain sealing it icy for this Monday and then again Tuesday. And yet, I cannot help but feel it has added back a little magic into the air, giving me a feeling of warmth, even if I am sitting in front of the blazing fire.**</center>

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<center>*Like a whisper into the night
That only I can hear
Shadows dance from the light of the moon
Back and forth to their own little tune
Making my world
Secretly delightful</center>*
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<center>*Oh, say can you see? A spot of beauty to fill up this enchanted day.*</center>
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<center>*And a flower. There must be a flower to color my world. #alwaysalower The very sight of their magnificence truly rings it in. In so many ways, it says that spring is coming.*</center>
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<center>*As always, keep on singing that song!! And just like that, this post is done. Thank you for stopping by and saying hello, leaving your words behind.*</center>
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<center>All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.</center>
**<center>Thank you for following along and just know that there is so much love in my heart for all of you.</center>**

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<center>*Thank you for visiting my post 💖  And always remember, kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.*</center>




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<center>*Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.*</center>

<center>*Shakespeare*</center>



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