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Monday, April 15, 2013
Sometimes you just know. The signs are there to guide you.You wake up to a sun-filled day and you know.
Today is bright and beckoning. Another springtime has come to the world. And you and I are a part of it, refreshed.I remember what I learned as a child –
When I can walk through a storm with my head held high, doing my very best to not be afraid of the dark, at the end of the storm is a pot of gold, perhaps, and the sweet song of life well-lived.Sometimes you know that. Sometimes you don’t.