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Four Point Six: Little Miracles Are Miracles

A miracle isn't just a bizarre fluke in fact, it's present anywhere we look: It's our enfeebled earth welcoming the sun, although a searing touch is something to shun It is the air awake no matter the bruises from pollution, as well as the streams without termination The trees smugly outstretched and unperturbed, although their tidy canopy has been greedily disturbed It is the impetus of time's valor to evolve, despite conditions that seem unresolved They are the praises and prayers we instantly utter, and our compassion freely given while we silently suffer They are the uninterrupted moments we're able to live, as well as the small victories we achieve Your miracle isn't like a craved leisure outdoors, it can be the success in mastering your intimidating chores Above all, it is knowing there's no limit to how we thrive, that after being lost and barely surviving we are still found alive -Nicola An

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