The Patchwork Quilt Called Life
I walk the familiar streets of my neighborhood knowing there are precious few days left. I reminisce about block parties, impromptu neighbor visits under the shade of an oak tree enjoying a beer or a
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I walk the familiar streets of my neighborhood knowing there are precious few days left. I reminisce about block parties, impromptu neighbor visits under the shade of an oak tree enjoying a beer or a
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“He who learns must suffer and even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart. In our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful
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