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Friday, December 09, 2005



"There was a scar on yonder mountainside, gashed out where once the cruel storm had trod; a barren, desolate chasm, reaching wide across the soft green sod.

"But years crept by beneath the purple pines, and veiled the scar with grass and moss once more, and left it fairer now with flowers and vines than it had been before.

"There was a wound once in a gentle heart, whence all life's sweetness seemed to ebb and die; and love's confiding changed to bitter smart, while slow, sad years went by.

"Yet as they passed, unseen an angel stole and laid a balm of healing on the plain, till love grew purer in the heart made whole, and peace came back again."

-- Anonomous


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