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Gratitude Recalibrated

A story popped up on my Facebook yesterday, from Humans of New York. ¬†Sometimes I find these stories a bit trite, but the opening words caught my eye: “I miss that we can’t go out and dance. ¬†Or visit other … Continue reading

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