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The piano was in the window. Left there all alone. Memories faded from the melodies once had.
Time to takeoff to new heights-to impact generations-to be the great influence that God has called me to be.
The terrain was steep. I couldn't catch my breath, though the entire hillside continually drew me in. I had to be there. It was so beautiful.
With weathered determination, her last tear and faint heart signified that she had finally given up, only to realize that the thing she wanted all along merely required that she simply take one more step. Don't give up.
So many people think they can figure out the mechanisms of technology yet get it all wrong.
The moment she read it, she knew the others had accepted her and stamped her with their approval. No one had ever made it that far.
The piano in granny foyer was the oldest thing in the house. She rarely played it. Instead she chose to brighten it up with beautiful flowers she'd buy every week.
Being caught; One is always a prisoner of the mind if wrong thinking is present.
Change your direction by changing your focus.
Helpppp!
The Coach purse was amazingly beautiful. I saw it and instantly wanted it. The price tag suggested to me though, that I could begin to put patience into practice. Can you say no debt?
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