MondayJul 27, 2026
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We were made to be human beings here, and when people try to be anything else, they generally get into some sort of scrapes.
Hannah Tatum Whitall Smith
Swiftly the years, beyond recall, Solemn the stillness of this fair morning, I will clothe myself in springclothing, And visit the slopes of the Eastern Hill, By the mountainstream a mist hovers, Hovers a moment, then scatters, There comes a wind blowing from the south That brushes the fields of new corn.
Unknown
Conscience is the inner voice that warns us somebody is looking.
Henry Louis Mencken
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