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In a deep and dark December. Destiny has spoken in its subtle manner.There are days when all cards fall in the right order... others, when all is amiss. But, as Brother Bob sang, to the march of the drum and bass... "When One Door Is Closed, Another Is Opened." It just "be's" that way. In the day's fruitless pursuits, trivial as they were, those truths were undeniable. Frustrations by the truckload. Disappointments coming from unexpected places... sometimes, not so unexpectedly. Observed from the driver's window, curtained by a beaded screen of raindrops... in the crowd that refused to meet my eyes. The final copy? The small obstacles teach you to deal with the bigger ones. Now, to approach that door. |
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