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Our days are each but a flight
on gossamer wings,
transient and fragile
in their loveliness.
Currents of fortune caught
can lift us up, soaring
away to heights we'd
never conceived.
Then in the twinkling of
time's misstep, diving
freely we descend to depths
of deepest, blue despair.
But in every fluttering
sweep of human experience
there always lies the
possibility of greatness.
Take courage...
spread your wings...
and fly!

K. Tate Jacoby
copyright May 14, 2008

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