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FOR ALL SEASONS

We are all born to a world of change, though we may never know why.
We grow and learn, despair, rejoice, wonder and laugh and cry. And the Days fly by, and some look back with little more than regret and wistful sigh. Or worry their way toward the future. Or do their best to deny, that the days fly by. Each moment in time is a gift that comes and goes in the blink of an Eye. We question as always the meaning of life and to "live" is the only reply. So I celebrate you in the here and now. May you live as well as well as life will allow, and may your spirit be on high. So they too fly. As the days fly by.