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The First Day
If this is the first day of what life remains, who cares if there’s sunshine or thunder and rain? Both have their own virtues, each pleasure and pain; though different, a good deal the same. If this is the first … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, grief, James Taylor, living, loss, memory, morning, optimism
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