"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent
about things that matter."
--Martin Luther King, Jr.
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I. Where do I live? If I had no address, as many people do not, I could nevertheless say that I lived in the same town as the lilies of th...
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When you lose someone you love, Your life becomes strange, The ground beneath you becomes fragile, Your thoughts make your eyes unsure; An... -
I have decided to find myself a home in the mountains, somewhere high up where one learns to live peacefully in the cold and the silenc... -
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