Fluency
I would love to live
Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.
John O'Donohue
I would love to live
Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.
John O'Donohue
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Thursday, January 26, 2012
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