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path on the right
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was narrow and steep
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and winding left and
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“The fact that I can plant a seed and it becomes a flower, share a bit of knowledge and it becomes another's, smile at someone and receive a smile in return, are to me continual spiritual exercises.” ~ Leo F. Buscaglia |
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right they felt their
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moment was being stopped
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by a frigid wind
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that shrunk his manhood
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and made his eyes
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close as he felt
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Life is not measured by the number of breaths we takebut by the moments that take our breath away. - Hilary Cooper |
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his way with his
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