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January Chill

Life has a beautiful way of finding reasons to live. In its strife and its grace, in its rhythm and its pace, it evolves its own definitions, theories and beliefs. It is for life to find its reasons to live, innovate... I just participate.

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  1. Life IS the reason to live... and your words, chosen carefully and arranged masterfully, indicate that you are mindful of the moment, the now of your existence; but that you can move on with grace to whatever lies ahead in this new year. There are no "absolute definitions" for a new year. I appreciate your thoughts.

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  2. Wise words...and so beautifully written too! :-)

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