
The day is a road. Stones in the way may turn an ankle, yet you taught me to take care where I place my feet. The path linking from turn to turn is my art. Who will see it?
Sun shines upon the way, you smile on your child.
At a bend, let me pause and reflect. Selah. Thy will be done.
(Letter #2,924)
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