Renewal begins with reaching out, looking out,
coming away from within.
Standing before many horizons, seeking ways to
build upon the shifting sands of life.
Turning, ever so slightly, to paths not heavily
trod.
Weaving patterns together, covering different
aspects of life.
Producing many moments of truth, converging into
one.
Renewal has begun in silent nurturing, fed from
within.
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