Every year August lashes out in volcanic fury rising with the din of morning traffic its great metallic wings smashing against the ground heating the air with ever-increasing intensity.
Like a morning dream life becomes more and more bright the longer we live and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
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I am so blessed. I've been way over-blessed. At 64 years old I look forward to going to bed every night so I can wake up in the morning and see what blessing is going to come my way that day. Because you never ever know what God's got in store for you.
