Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...
Dear Josh,
Before you read this, put on a Johnny Cash Record and get a glass of whiskey. If you don't have a record player, or a stash of whiskey, go out and get one, dammit. I thought I was...
You did it. You made it. You nailed it. You've graduated. You're here.
I'm so proud of you. Please hug yourself. You're incredible. You graduated. 18 years, babygirl. We're here. I love you....
it's you 1 month ago. I still have my three fish!
selam. deneme.



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