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My Journey
I gleefully meandered beside giggling waters and smelled the fragrance of southern pines. I travelled in deserts with scorching heat and wandered through empty plains. Each day that passes brings another trek, for Life does not stand still. Whether in dry, void terrain or in lush, verdant fields, my paths ever carry me onward. As I encounter each crossroad of Life, no one can walk in my steps nor alter the course I've chosen to follow. Be it mountain peak, valley, or gorge, my journey is my own to take. Pat Nelson February 6, 2009
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