Inside the Starbucks at Level 21, a woman is taking pictures of herself. Selfies. Not one, but many. Hoping to capture herself in just the right mood. That shot that will say just who she is, just this moment. She angles her i-Phone just so, tilts her head, tries again, seeks something both familiar and new. Every moment is a beginning, and every moment is a brief history. This is the day that the Lord has made, falling ever just short of perfection.
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