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"Humble Beginnings" |






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Flight No. 321 Departing 9:50 PM |

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I need to go home, again. In the Spring, when Nature's finest lies unconditionally at my command. I need to go home, again. In April, or May, or early June when the earth pulsates for these felicitous hands that long to befriend her. I need to go home, again. To stroll leisurely down some shaded avenue nodding quiet "Hello's" to amiable passersby. To inhale the fragrance of honeysuckle gone wild, to taste the sumptuousness of home-grown peaches, to listen to a chorus of jubilant bullfrogs following an afternoon rain. The world can offer little more to me than the view of a night time sky luminous with unlimited winking stars, or the serenity derived from wading in a backwoods stream. I find my fortune in the solitude of Nature's communion with Man, in the wealth of her generosity, and in the art of being able to give back at least a part of the bounty I have been so blessed to receive. |

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