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Starting From the Bottom

Starting over happens! It's the ending that counts. Some endings happen because we hold on too long and they come to that perpetual cliff. Others happen because they are a natural part of our growth process. Either way, starting over is like a fresh scoop of lemon sherbert! It can cleanse life's pallet and prepare you to taste the goodness that a new day, a new chapter, or a whole new book can bring! You have another chance to do something wonderful! SO! GO AHEAD! BEGIN AGAIN! -
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