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God, what a beautiful poem. Each verse reminds me, for some strange reason, of who I was, what's gone, and what remains. There was a time when impatience dwelled within us. Now we know that nothing is ever too late. Hugs
God, what a beautiful poem. Each verse reminds me, for some strange reason, of who I was, what's gone, and what remains. There was a time when impatience dwelled within us. Now we know that nothing is ever too late. Hugs
RE: The Age of Just Enough