When I stand before God at the end of my life,
I would hope that I would not have a
single bit of talent left,
and I could say,
"I have used everything
you gave me."
--Erma Bombeck
Autumn's Bright Blue Weather --Helen Hunt Jackson O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival fo...
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