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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Thursday, August 27, 2015

O is for ... Opportunity

I am born daily,
out of the dust of stars.
With each sunrise,
I bring promises of light.
A dimpled smile and playing peekaboo,
I am your opportunity.


Jenny Matlock
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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