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Saturday, January 3, 2015
Survival
When times are good, count the years. when times are less, count the days. when times are hard, count the hours. when you need to, count the seconds.
March
When fear grips your soul, wrings it out like a wet towel dripping hope, turn to the setting sun admire the beauty beholden and take one step after another until all is dark or a new day dawns. March.
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