Day: January 29, 2007

Past perfect, present imperfect

On the perfect yellow rose rested a dewdrop as perfect as the rose in every way. It slid down the petal with a most perfect grace, then fell to the rich soil below, content to find its place. I will never be as perfect as the dewdrop, yet in my awkward way, I have my grace, and I shall be content, when that time comes to fall gently, but with dignity, into my place. FromLearn More

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