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There Are Moments, It Would Seem, That Were Created In Cosmic Theater Where We Are Given Strange And Fantastic Tests. In These Times, We Do Not Show Who We Are To God, For Surely He Must Already Know, But Rather To Ourselves.

But More Than Brave, You Have Love. And Love Is Brave.

Such Fickle Days Of Love When Pain And Ecstasy Share The Same Hour

We Can Spend Our Days Bemoaning Our Losses, Or We Can Grow From Them. Ultimately The Choice Is Ours. We Can Be Victims Of Circumstance Or Masters Of Our Own Fate, But Make No Mistake, We Cannot Be Both. The Walk - Epilogue Page 288

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