Old and rusty

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          Sometimes I feel I’ve grown old and rusty, seen too many winters and weathered too many storms.  Then the sun comes out and I see the colours and patterns the rain has made, the shape and character the winds have left behind, I see the strength still holding everything together for its purpose…  And I smile.

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