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Show Tara Cornaby Pearson, M.D. Who are you, little i (five or six years old) peering from some high window at the gold of November sunset (and feeling that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way) --e.e. cummmgs As medical school comes to an end, I am reminiscent of the invaluable friendships I have made over the past four years. A special thanks to my family, Graydon, and my canine baby Truman. I could not have asked for a better support system through this time of tremendous personal and professional growth. I wish each of you the best that fortune has to offer. Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you, as sunshine flows into the trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you and the storms their energy, while cares will drop oft like autumn leaves. --John Muir 90 |
