There are places I’ll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain…
It was hard work getting to this place – if only for a moment – where the torrents inside softened to an ebb and flow as mellow as morning’s first light. It’s a place that I’ll remember as life rushes on in its capricious way.
It is good to be here.
I want to stay.
Let Your Light So Shine 
Nice. Peace to you, Erika!
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And may the peace of morning quiet be with you, too, Tim!
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