The decay is as much a truth as the life.
It is as constant as change.
Old has to move out to make room for new.
Only it should not be a decay of hearts.
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We can't stop the decay of our bodies, but we can avoid decay of our hearts.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with your thought. Thank you Janna for sharing it here.
DeleteYes I agree.
ReplyDeleteThank you Cathy.
DeleteBeautifully said.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kelly.
DeleteAn elegant packaging of a fundamental truth -- nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThank you Annabelle.
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