Life is like a long trek up a rugged mountain trail. We pass cliff after sheer cliff along the way, teetering on the edge of disaster more frequently than we’d like to admit. In any given moment, we might feel the excitement of daring to pass those treacherous edges and living to tell about it, the fear of not knowing what’s waiting for us around the next bend, sincere gratitude for having travelled this far, or the nagging dread that one day our luck will run out.
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Lies and Irony
It’s ironic that Trump’s Department of Justice has indicted former FBI Director James Comey on the charge of lying to Congress. One could ar...
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Trash stinks. But when large piles of garbage bags sit out in the sweltering summer sun waiting for the Sanitation Department to come along ...
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Sometimes I feel sad But there’s nothing wrong with me That a hug won’t fix
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The pat exaggerations That shape the way we live The blame and accusations We’re oft prepared to give Convenient excuses We store on pr...
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