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Oct 2016
Hope is the smooth, clear blue sky above us.
Reality is the rocky, dusty dirt path beneath us.
We live somewhere in between,
Striving for something fulfilling,
Seeking guidance in trees of distraction,
At times suffocated by the murky air of despair.

But then we remember to look up
And gather strength from that undisturbed sea of blue,
Feeling warm bright rays of comfort.
Life is no longer foggy -
At least for the moment.
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