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TO be upset over what you don't have..... is to waste what you do have. ~~~ Ken Keyes, Jr Handbook to Higher Conciousness

Monday, March 24, 2014

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Watched terry closed the house.
While izzy gave me when john.
Sighed as they looked back.

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