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The thoughts and feelings are all the same, it's now a matter of perspective. I had thought that I could make things right, to find the help that I once had but I know now that damage is done, the last of my mulligans have been redeemed.

This time I feel that things are different, I know it's not the end of the world, the job will however be much, much harder without her talent.

Tomorrow is here, like so many before this thought is an afterthought, a continuation actually. A bad night's sleep has put new perspective on the situatuon as each morning does. Little time to explain suffice it to say, early to rise and still moving is evidence that the tide has not shifted.

Wish me luck, pray, think happy thoughts; whatever method you choose to send me positive energy, I will be eternally grateful.

T

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