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Life Is Not A Sprint. It Was Never Meant To Be. It Is Just A Step Of Faith After Another.

People Are Like Books, Unknown Until They Are Opened.

We Cannot Enslave Others Without Enslaving A Part Of Ourselves.

. . .and Every Native Has A Story Of Winter – Stories That Usually Begin, You Call This A Storm? And Grow In The Telling Like Battle Tales Shared By Graying War Veterans. It’s A Peculiar Character Flaw To Those Of Us From Cold Climates That We Feel Superior To Those Who Have The Sense To Live Elsewhere.

Everyone Who Got To Where They Are Had To Begin Where They Were.