She wanted this only, to snuff out the pulse of the shaky faith she'd held for much of her life.

What was it about a season's first snowfall, Mariam wondered, that was so entrancing? Was it the chance to see something as yet unsoiled, untrodden? To catch the fleeting grace of a new season, a lovely beginning, before it was trampled and corrupted?

The problems that exist in the world today cannot be solved by the level of thinking that created them.

Other people&#39;s opinion of you does not have to become your reality.

Written By Les Brown

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