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Ding Dong

If each of us would only sweep our own doorstep, the whole world would be clean.   —Mother Teresa A quote I’ve posted ad nauseam. It’s not easy, focused sweeping. Constant practice is necessary (for me). There is no one I can hire … Continue reading

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