Powerless as we may be, life is not without its natural rythms and balance. The redemption about me now is undeniable. Deep and thurough. And I am not the one responsible, it was no act of my own. I simply work and keep my head up, eyes on the horizon. The season of hardship passes, the years of struggle fade like the night into morning and again, I'm sure the sun is rising...no illusion, real sunlight this time. I become one. Thankful. What a life.
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