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Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there.

Mary E. Pearson

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Mary E. Pearson
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: August 14
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I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256)
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I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.
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Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.
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Boredom reigns on all levels. The rain is a welcome change. I have seen the pond swell and the creek surge. I press my palm against the glass, imagining the drops on my skin, imagining where they started out, where they will go, feeling them like a river, rushing, combining, becoming something greater than how they started out.
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It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.
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... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up
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it is amazin, she thinks, how simple appearances can be created - a rush, a smile, a new coat of paint, a slow, calm voice, a hug, a new dress - a resolve to keep out questions and cling to secrets
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Which weakness shall I tell her? “I walk funny,” I say, and she’s satisfied with that. (inside joke)
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A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .
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Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?
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