| Thankful: When you've been pushed to the edge, teetering on it, glimpsing the black void below, and then, out of nowhere, a mighty gust of wind comes along and blows you back to safety. Some call this chance. Others call it luck. I prefer to call it the breath of God. |
Dedicated to my Notebook Brother.
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