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Oct 2015
When I think of creation, I think of the world. I close my eyes and let it all come to me.
I can feel the wind gently lifting my hair in the breeze.
I can feel the sun warming me from my head to my toes.
I can hear the chitter-chatter of monkeys talking high in the canopy of a rain forest.
I can smell freshly cut grass and cow manure from a pasture.
I can taste the salty-sweet ocean air and when I open my eyes I see all the beautiful vibrant colors of the world everywhere.
Never take the world for granted. We live in a beautiful world, enjoy it in what little time you have.
Shelby Broderick
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