She stands tall, while Doves nestle in
her hair.
Gnarled roots grip a rock so bare.
An angelic wind whistles through her branches.
...
Perfection
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Pushing myself to always achieve
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excellence in every endeavor to
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reach for the stars and beyond
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from moment to moment;
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each task, a golden thread
C
carefully woven into a Divine Robe
T
tailored by the Master's hand that
I
I humbly hold, knowing full well
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only great discipline and courage are
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necessary to attain PERFECTION.