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I thought about that, watching the ambulance growing smaller in the distance, thought about the bottomless abuse of power by the bottom feeders gorging on the feedbag of greed while plowing scars into the souls of others, justified for the purported good of the masses, when it was really all about them.
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The sunset played hide-and-seek with leaves and limbs sauntering in the breeze, causing the old oaks to be painted in deep shadow one moment, then turning a golden light.
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there is no line of delineation between good friends and good family, and that circle of people around you is the wheel supporting your wheelbarrow and the baggage you carry in it. Family isn't defined by blood any more than a person is defined by the color of his or her skin. Unconditional support parallels unconditional love and grace. Fortunate is the man or woman who has a large circle of family and close friends.
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Chaloner. And to put it in closer viewpoint, Carlson is the grandson of Andrew Chaloner, the man whose firm, Chaloner Industries, backed
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Family, at least to me, especially now, is defined by love, grace, a true kinship of spirits more than a common blood type.
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knew immediately it came from a round shot through a padlock. A clear ointment had been applied
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I'm not a philosopher, but I have pondered whether we're born with a blank slate and life experiences become the writing on our wall. Or is some of that writing on the wall already there--a kind of invisible ink? Does it become more legible the more we find out who we are in life?
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His time had been so short. But I knew time was always borrowed. Always on loan, rented. Never owned.
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