Hang on.
Spring is testing my hope for the future.
Bleak of winter, gives way to Spring.
Leaves of spring, tell a different story than the leaves of fall.
Spring leaves, potential.
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The Write Habit: 2024 : Dear 2024, I showed up. I did my best. The open doors, those doors that closed. The pathway made clear. 2025 A...
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Dear 2024, I showed up. I did my best. The open doors, those doors that closed. The pathway made clear. 2025 Awaits.
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