I once asked a bird, <br /> how is it that you fly <br /> in this gravity of darkness? <br /> The bird responded, 'Love lifts me.
This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings, so love, love, love.
Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.
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Man is the artificer of
his own happiness.
Henry David Thoreau
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