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such is life: for it,
we sometimes weep. and when weeping and wailing we take grip to a railing to sturdy ourselves. but life, sometimes, sends us sailing into places where there is no comfort in sturdiness: where the ocean waves never come to rest, where life is always moving, in growth and in death. [perhaps unfinished, like so many things.] © Cheryl E. Fitzgerald August 2006
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