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There was so much to do,So much depended on the timing,That I became afraid and tense.My racing thoughts beliedMy earnest trust in Mind's control,But as I strove to yield my will,To conquer all deflecting from that goal,It seemed as if the problemHad been lifted from my hands.

Each phase of operation quietly unfolded;Each fearfully anticipated move was made on time;And where before there had been only chaos—Unerring order was revealed!

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THE EVERLASTING REDWOOD
July 20, 1974
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