Happiness is remembering a poem from your childhood. “A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren’t we like that wise old bird?”
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Breathing Space
Life on the Sidewalk…..(No, I'm not lost. To be lost you have to know where you're supposed to be in the first place.)
Breathing Space 