Fiery Memoir
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, that is not an act, but a habit. - Aristotle
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Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Morning coffee
The aroma of morning coffee awakens living cells of my nature.
The harmonious melody that dozens of birds created makes me hum along.
It's the first day of May.
It's the beginning of joy.
I close my eyes,
I open my heart.
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