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Footprints in the snow or a ripple in the creek- The wet cement of thoughts begin to harden into feelings. Feelings on the sidewalk are flooded by words. For some reason I have no hesitation. Affirmation blooms like a rose. Heat from a flame and the sound of rain.

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