An extraorinarily foggy morning was a blank slate. How would the day turn out? I chose to fill the slate with this thought and belief.
It is, and it will be, a good day to be alive.
An extraorinarily foggy morning was a blank slate. How would the day turn out? I chose to fill the slate with this thought and belief.
It is, and it will be, a good day to be alive.
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