Grindstone
With my nose to the Grindstone in trying to finish school, this is where I stop to smell the roses.
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Sunday, September 13, 2009
We all have strings. Sometimes we are alone with our own strings for so long that we don't know how to deal with other people's strings.
P. Hill
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