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“There are, within the spheres of all our influences, opportunities to rise to singularly crafted occasions. The nature of these, for each of us, are in direct correlation to how we live our lives, what we value, and who populates our worlds. The potential to advance or squander these opportunities is born of the social and emotional topography of our individual lives. Yours cannot be mine. And mine are meant for me.”

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Book:Rotten Fruit in an Unkempt Garden: A Memoir in Poetry and Prose
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