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Keep your imagination alive, thoughts wild, and heart open.
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Erika Lim
"humility is not thinking any less of ourselves, but thinking of ourselves less"
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Friday, November 13, 2015
The moon
What stood before him was a stormy night, as though the world was consumed by grey clouds. He knew the moon was there, but engulfed within. The moon is there, yet how many would see pass the darkness to search for it? He thought.
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