Day 10,335.
I like the way hail sounds when it hits the roof of a car, especially when you're inside.
IAWL: I said C will be missed.
Verdict: It was a good day. I wrote Shakespeare all day, but I had eggs for breakfast, and it hailed and thundered.
TWO: Every time I encounter someone I know--even if I don't know them, I guess--I need to funnel my energy into connecting with them, being nice, asking about them, etc.
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About Me
- ComePassion
- “... we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.” PB
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