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| ~ Falling Upward ~ My knees are bruised, my clothes are torn, my face is scratched, my shoes are worn, but I have something warm and real from ever falling up the hill. I know not why, and yet for sure, some things there are we must endure, and though I stumble I have found it's always upwards, never down. |
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| Each heartache always brings a bit of greater humbleness with it. Each disappointment we must bear is but a storm to clear the air, and so as days go rushing by, I do not doubt or question why. The stars are getting closer still... as I keep falling up the hill. ~ Grace E. Easley ~ |
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