yoga, blue sky, banjo, poems
i am glad you called
Life is what you make of it
Look ahead (not back)
Keep the noise down low
It eats away all the hope
Hope is not foolish
Where do we come from?
What are we? Where will we go?
Such confusing times
Thank you for talking
Serenity, my best friend
It will get better
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