Sometimes the curves in the road are steep and immediate.
Sometimes the road curves into the density of the forest and the next few miles cannot be seen.
Sometimes the curves are slick and full of potential danger.
And sometimes the roads are just straight and the skies are blue.
For whatever roads you encounter in the coming year, I wish for you the Gaelic proverb:
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
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