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302 | drift 'til a piece of a place nests in your hair
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329 | Dad & Mom at Their 50th Anniversary Party
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326 | here's what I'm doing instead of writing newsletters and preparing for Black Friday and Cyber Monday and all that
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362-363 | either there are only 364 days this year, or somewhere along the way I missed one
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353 | the new is always present with the old, however hidden
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35 | Free yourself from everything you think you are and embrace the truth that you are abundant, eternal, fearless and worth being loved.
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42 | Complaint is only possible while living in the suburbs of God.
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49 | Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over... Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from the flush.