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  • Fred

    The wind was moving slightly in the treetops and I was sitting on a branch. My sister, Josie laughed and swang by me. I chased after her. We landed on ...

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You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.
— Anne Lamott