Sometimes it snows when what you need most is to see the sun's brilliant light piercing the dark dreary clouds.
Sometimes you search for a smile when all you all find is a sad, sullen frown.
The winter always ends, and life begins anew. Skies once gray now shining brilliant blue.
Put on a smile, savor the clearing skies. You just may be the light in someone else’s mourning eyes.
David Risselada
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