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| The Mystery within... |
The sparkle on the gently moving river, the dappled sun on
red, orange and yellow leaves gracefully falling to the forest floor; the colorfully cushioned
black earth path winding among sturdy trunks of tall beach, maple and oak; the
quiet; the soft, warm, fresh air caressing my body; I wanted to keep walking right
into eternity. It was like a sweet love
you just can’t get enough of. Oh, God,
how I love fall.
What if we all felt closer to eternity more often?
What if we all felt closer to eternity more often?
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