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sunshine on my shoulders
The temperature slips from 90 to 50, socks and sweaters come out again and I’m glad I didn’t plant the seedlings I’d planned to get in the ground early quite yet.
Life swirls and whirls around me and I keep standing still, waiting for something, though I’m not sure what.
I think I’ve reached the age of reflection.
Looking back, looking forward, standing still.
Growing.
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