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Wipe Your Feet: Short Story

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Myrtle saw a pamphlet in the dermatologist’s office advertising a laser treatment. Lately Myrtle hadn’t been in love with her crow’s feet, so she thought she’d give it a try.

"This treatment is amazing," said the nurse. “The results are dramatic."

"Great," said Myrtle, “what’s the recovery…

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The universe, the earth, even the small place where your own personal world exists, tells stories.  Constantly flowing sounds. Scents floating in the air. Ever changing sights with growth that sprouts new textures to touch and feel. Listen closely.  The language has no words.  The stories are deep within the core of your soul.

The universe, the earth, even the small place where your own personal world exists, tells stories.  Constantly flowing sounds. Scents floating in the air. Ever changing sights with growth that sprouts new textures to touch and feel. Listen closely.  The language has no words.  The stories are deep within the core of your soul.

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You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.
Danielle LaPorte, The Positivity of Pride (via psych-facts)

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