--Listening to the songs of spring, hearing the snow plow flying by. All these and many more are slowly filtering in as I sit with coffee while mumbling.
--It was supposed to be the quiet time, and perhaps once it was. Now it more like a bus station with hourly calls for passage.
--But even on it's darkest roller coaster nights, it's sure as Sam hill better than any that came before.
--I wouldn't trade it for anything. There’s no greater joy than realizing the simple things are what it's all about.....
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