March On

While on the way to the race last week, Herself and Beloved Husband stopped to change a tire.  When she stepped out of the vehicle, Herself trod upon a small stick which happened to have quite prodigious thorns.  One of the thorns perforated the sole of her sneaker and poked into the ball of her foot.  EGADS.

She examined the stick closely after she pulled it out of her foot and her sneaker. It was really rather a remarkable specimen, this thorny stick. Herself was impressed. Every now and then, the typically-unseen wonders of plants make themselves known.
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March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.

- Kahlil Gibran