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When you’re a kid, you believe what you’re told. What you’re told, what you see, what you hear or overhear. Everything is just input, because
So believe in beauty and love and possibility . . .
When you’re a kid, you believe what you’re told. What you’re told, what you see, what you hear or overhear. Everything is just input, because
In Maine, where they are (for lack of a better term) place-proud, I went to graduate school with a young woman who was constantly remarking
Stories we tell ourselves continued ~ In addition to the stories we tell ourselves and others about major events in our lives, we have those