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Sometimes he caresses the milky wave with his breath and, as he does, he breathes movement into his hands. Reaching forth into the heavens, he thinks it's time to gather that star for Georgia… No! A handful of stars. Then, stepping back into the void he gently throws them forth to where they want to land or where they need to land. There appears a twinkle in his eyes at his and Georgia's creation… triumphantly satisfied with their forever… in this their timely moment. He whispers "thank you" to God and, "Thank Georgia, for my brimming saucerful that is our tomorrow in time… our brimming saucerful of stars!"
The author was born between two mountain tops, which is called a hollow, in Kentucky, and she lost her small world at the age of four. She was then sent to an orphanage clear across the state of ol’ Kentucky. Then at the age of ten, she was transferred to a small missionary school thirty miles from her grandmother. She was tutored and raised by missionaries. It was drummed into her head by them and her hardworking grandmother that it behooves each of us to make a difference, and that difference can never really be measured. It can and will be forever frozen in eternity. So relax and enjoy this gift called “life,” and when you do the best is yet to come.