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This cannot take the rain away nor stop my seeing new leaves grow. I will not cease to lift my gaze, I refuse to miss the world. My insufficient words cannot paint a clearer tune. But my heart will not be bound by this when it's been made to fly. So, though my wings are battered and my shoulders weak, And though the thought of launching off brings dread along with hope, I'll fix my eyes on greater things latch my soul to what can't move, and leap... Though it may only be a step into the wonders grace allows. 
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The Penny DropsIn high school I used to write what I'd call 'thinks' - little bits of writing about whatever topic or issue I was mulling over at the time. I still write these little pieces. Categories
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