she remembers reading from somewhere: "I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing."; she can finally move on and get pass this episode of her life and everything seems to be easy; at that point; then she receives a text message:"how r u? come and have coffee with me."; she wickedly smiles and thinking of what type of coffee to order.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Every man stamps his value on himself... man is made great or small by his own will
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