Even and turbo, live and living.
We are.
You are.
They seem to be.
Readiness, sympathy and sheer brute force.
How else can you open a jar of honey when the lid is stuck.
“Let me count the ways”.
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daily inspiration - by Roger Ellman
Even and turbo, live and living.
We are.
You are.
They seem to be.
Readiness, sympathy and sheer brute force.
How else can you open a jar of honey when the lid is stuck.
“Let me count the ways”.
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Igloo-shaped and metallic.
It was a trophy of sorts, a celebration of the major discoveries she had made.
A pioneer in economics and a dab-hand at imitation classic oil paintings as futuristic landscapes.
This is the person we want, to trust with passwords, hearts and global health.
Please. They said. We shall see.
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The cigar-shaped robe fell as a floating feather.
Two seas parted revealing a red sand beach.
We talked endlessly about flavors, aromas and fragrances.
The life.
The days of orange sun and merengue.
Arise. Glowing.
Vibrant.
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Upstate.
They got a moon rising.
We got sunshine.
They get pure rain and drops.
We got liquid love and silk pajamas.
They have it all.
We know and we answer questions.
They got teachers.
We learn everyday.
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