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“Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.” Lionel Hampton
Then And Now I knelt under the washing line in meditation plucking sun burned weeds from cracks. Overhead the washing flicked, crisp, cracked in the breeze. Then I was running, through familiar grass with summer in my hair, and hope in my heart. Now I return, walking towards the day with autumn on my face, and hope ever in my heart. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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