The Small and Wondrous Rewards

Red Flowers at the Woods' Edge

At the edge of the woods, the joy flowers bloom.  Keep walking.

At the far edge of night, the light dawns.  Hold on to your hope.

You never what waits around the bend.  Expect miracles, expect solutions.  Go, as a friend of mine says, for the tiny, magnificent triumphs that come when you keep on keeping on.

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