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| Little Matters, by StoryPeople.com |
Today, while driving on a mundane work trip just an hour out of town, on a day when the car thermometer registered 99 Fahrenheit degrees and my mind was pulled in about eight directions, I suddenly noticed the most beautiful green hills on my drive -- full of many shades of green -- coniferous and deciduous. The hills, trees, and grasses are always there on this familiar drive -- sometimes green, and sometimes brown and gold and red, and sometimes bare, and sometimes frozen white. Sometimes I don't see them. Today I did.
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