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I am found

Sometimes I forget how to fly
And angels will come and lift me up….

I stepped out from under the warmth of my covers this morning
Looked out my window and spied the day
I am greatful for this day…another beautiful day.
I thought of yesterday, the anguish…the aloneness.
Yesterday I was lost,
Today I am found.


Carol was discovered by another writer, who is honored to share her works with you. In the fullness of time, Carol's musings, some of them written nearly twenty years ago, have emerged. She allows them to be shared with a still seeking and grateful heart.

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