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As I am driving along through the canyons and hills, I see brief glimpses of beauty outside my window. Much of the scenery along the way gives me chills. The talent it took to create, I may never know. The things I see are but a fleeting moment in time. In the grand scheme of life, they may seem to be ‘nothing’. But ‘nothing’ is priceless and never past its prime. It’s the ‘nothings’ that we see that are worth everything.

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