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Jun 2016
Sometimes by just pausing and allowing all else to swirl around you like standing in the middle of a dust storm full of leaves.
Eventually those few will fall at your feet, meant to be picked up and absorbed before carrying them forth upon a new path, while the others are simply carried along by the wind.
john p green
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john p green  florida
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