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Little things occur regularly, forbidding us to recognize their significance. What ultimately causes them to blossom into sweetness is their fading away. Little things go quietly without fanfare, yet they are the substance of life. The seasons of our lives are made up of the stuff that went before. Nothing is truly lost. As one picture begins to fade, another begins to dawn.
