it's early
it's quiet
it's cold
it's bright
i don't mind this kind of alone
so much
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rockefeller claimed to have begun his fortune as a small boy, when he nightly hoarded the pennies in his pockets. then there's that concept of fluttering butterfly wings starting a tsunami thousands of miles away...
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- frequently, i'm asked the question, "what's the best wine you've ever had?" usually i reply, "i hope i haven't had it yet." very few appreciate the distinction i make between being stuck in the past savoring something already had, and remaining always hopeful for something even mo' bettah in the future.
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