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Pain shared, diminishes, while joy shared, increases.

Me: The person I lose when I pretend to be someone I am not.

The source of all rivers is the sky.

Sickly clouds, skittering across a sullen, polluted sky, what do we do to our water, and our world.

Tread softly, lest our footprints sink too deep.

Peace of mind comes from believing you’ve done the right thing.

Truth, so simple a word for so difficult a deed.

In a world where good news is so rare, when one finds it, one shares.

All too often it seems the saying should really be, “man’s inhumanity, to woman.”

Your truth need not be another person’s lie.