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Monday, March 30, 2009

There are medical miracles. Being worshippers at the alter of science, we don't like to believe miracles exist, but they do.

Things happen. We can't explain them. We can't control them, but they do happen.

At the end of a day like this, a day when so many prayers are answered, and so many aren't, we take our miracles where we find them.

We reach across the gap, and sometimes against all odds, against all logic,

we touch.

you know you LOVE me (:
XOXO
♥

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