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Chronicles of the Heart
Seasons of the soul poetry written through the years.
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…Gratitude for the journey, for the lessons, for the love that had sustained her, both given and received. She looked towards the horizon, not with the anxious anticipation of youth, nor the weary resignation of mid-life, but with a quiet, hopeful gaze. There was still so much to see, so much to feel, so much to learn. The dawn had broken, and the day, full of gentle possibilities, stretched out before her, bathed in the soft, golden light of a quiet, profound peace. The end beat was not an ending at all, but a quiet continuation, a gentle unfolding into the promise of what was yet to come.