Dear Weight:
I'm working hard to get rid of you. How about a little help here? Pack your "bags" and go.
Dear Cancer:
It's time for you to go now too. You've been comfortable for way too long. The tribe has spoken. Your flame has died out.
signed
me
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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