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FOGBANK
When a dense fog rolls in we can't see our hand in front of our face
How do we continue on with the path ahead obscured?
We blindly feel our way one step at a time
Straining to see or hear anything that might guide us
We don't know if there is a wall, a cliff, or danger ahead
We don't know if there are fields of flowers or orchards of ripe fruit
We must keep going even when nothing is clear
Our minds can be clear, our hearts filled with courage
The fog will eventually lift, it always does
But until then we are in a state of immediency
As we take step after careful step
Headed towards Clarity, Certainty, and Higher Purpose
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