Azalea bed beside the mailbox: a layer of rubber bands, no new ones. In the days before social media, my mail needed unbridling.
Azalea bed beside the mailbox: a layer of rubber bands, no new ones. In the days before social media, my mail needed unbridling.
“Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.”
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