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This life
 This year
   This month
    This week
     This day
Someone has stirred up
The rhythms of our worldy existence
And left it swirling
Into directions we couldn't foresee
Unpredictable little things
Predictable big things
Unschedule-able little parts of everyday
   Each one tripping
    Up the next just like
     Cascading dominoes.
And yet,
Despite the chaos
And obstacles caused
By these glitches
Over time it all just works out,
However it is able to,
And we move on.

Dottie Simmons, Dinsmore


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