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Where you stand

In the brisk, early morning, I stood outside waiting for someone to arrive.

As the sun rose, I looked down and noticed that directly under my feet, the color of the asphalt had changed. The heat from my body was warming the space beneath my shoes.

I was making a difference simply by where I was standing.

There’s a nice metaphor in that.

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