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I am about to walk down
this dusty road, which divides just outside my door, I know that miracles open it, and that I fought hard for them, somehow gaining the strength I have needed to see them come to pass. I think on how God has not chosen to ABANDON me. When a new direction is taken, like the one I have, I put my best foot forward, knowing I am a winner in the game of women's politics surely because in these wholesome days, I hang on your very words, remedies to life's ailments. Obstacles have vanished in my dreams, your movements like cures for my ignorance. Nonchalant at the endeavours of others might have made me weak and LIFELESS, but now, in the aftermath of all you have offered me, I EMERGE triumphant. I have gained the courage to say, "Thank You!"
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