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waiting...waiting

you ever notice how those life changing moments can keep you waiting? I do.

I am waiting on such a moment. A decision may take us away from the happy state of North Carolina to the land of Arkansas.

A big move, considering the last time we moved we were one child lighter and several years younger.

I wonder what the future holds.

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