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Gathering remnants from those that passed. Along the way we leave our own debris. Weighing the exchange to estimate our value.
Don't stop on the path to fret over your deal.
The paths entwine, intersect and branch.
Do hold dear to your heart what is found.
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\(o.o)/...© Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit 2002 - 2009 ...\(o.o)/
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I created the painting 'One Path' in Bryce 4 and Paint Shop Pro
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