This plan. Far from
perfect. But it exists. Goals within grasp. Trepidation seeded in new
soil. Its birth takes root but needs sun and rain to nurture. Comfort drawn in the unlikely. Shelter in the
strong. You become who you need to be to
survive. In belief courage spreads its wings. Possessor of my own verdict.
Exonerated from those who decry my desires I choose this.
Fruition is borne of idea. Life spreads its wings
evolution. There is no miracle only perseverance.
Let it be. Whose voice is this? This shoulder I lay my worried head upon is thine. I am the keeper of my destiny. Wisdom is borne
of trial and error. This joy. Exultation at all she claims.
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