“Now that the logic of haste and desire has left me, maybe I will sit on a park bench and feed pigeons at midday. Maybe I will scatter peace like crumbs by the handful and find my significance in small things. That would be nice.”
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“Now that the logic of haste and desire has left me, maybe I will sit on a park bench and feed pigeons at midday. Maybe I will scatter peace like crumbs by the handful and find my significance in small things. That would be nice.”
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