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a canyon has words too
much more than echo, echo.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
the ability to pay the bills is such a blessing. i groan and drag my feet doing it, but how much worse would it be if i couldn't? i forget, amid the ceaseless desire for more and better and deeper, to be thankful for how far i have already come.
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