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RE: Over the River and Through the Woods: Never on a Sunday

I get up in the morning and find it is night almost in a flash! Where did that day go and then without warning I look in the mirror and see a few happy laughing wrinkles and some silver hair poking through and with smile I remember that I must make the best of this life, it is too precious not to.
Love Denise, connecting the past with tomorrow with a bridge is very thought provoking.

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❤️ Bridging the Gap. Love to you, my friend.