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While sometimes it is profound, other times it is that simple nudge, that put us at a crossroad of choice to listen, or not. Like that nudge, of a thing forgotten on the table, to walk back in the house to get it. Realizing this moment was meant to be. All which makes one a minute late and then as the next few moments pass in slow motion, there is beauty. Down the road, there are deer in the field or hawk hovering, hunting for breakfast or eagle perched on a fence post watching you pass by.
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