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out on the new horizon,
you may see the floating notion
of a distant pair of wings.
and if the sleep has left your ears, you might hear footsteps
running through an open meadow.
you might have heard my footsteps echo softly in the distance
through the canyons of your mind, i might have even called your name as i ran searching after
something to believe in.
--Bob Lind
The I l l ’s
The year is over. It sets like a sun after a
busy day, but we go on, some to college, some to marry, and some back to school again. For those who leave, we
say a sad goodbye and hope that they will always remember those whom they leave behind.
Good-bye . . . and remember . . .
