Turn your sorrows into novels, into short stories, into poems, into photographs. Pour them out liberally. Be unafraid. Create worlds. That’s the...
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i crossed the river this weekend - which, if you’re familiar with the boston area, you...
His favor is for life;
Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy comes in the morning.
Now in my prosperity I said,
"I shall never be moved."