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The morning was still and cold. Below him the tops of trees were like islands in the mist rising from the forest, a thick fog like the smoke of leaf fires.
(Louis L'Amour in The Outlaws of Mesquite)
The good life is a process, not a state of being. It is a direction, not a destination (Carl Rogers)
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