Precious Gifts

If only we could have more...

By Jason Ray Morton Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

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It is but a gift

Coming with no guarantees

Be thankful it's yours

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Jason Ray Morton

Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.

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