Day 187… Sometimes in the mornings in New York City, the traffic can sound like the ocean. Whooshing by, the cars have a similar regularity to the constant waves rushing up on the shore. Then a truck backs up or an ambulance screams down Columbus and the illusion breaks. So, yes, we are back at home.
“We have the power to take charge of our lives”
yes, thank you for posting this belief I share with you
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