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November 4, 2013


I stream past cars.
People on top of people on a mission to get somewhere.

It’s rush hour, and I wonder, if they would only look up, if they would notice the miracle that surrounds them.

There is no storm.
Not a single drop of rain.

Yet, this rainbow pierces through the clouds.

A ray of hope.

The irony of it makes me smile.

We are always trying to get somewhere, when the miracles are in the little things, the moments, that flood our days.


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