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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Misplaced Lens Cap

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Mike Driver

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The night bully
"Definition of a Poet" by Jack Kerouac (1941, nineteen years old)
“We live in a culture that celebrates activity. We collapse our sense of who we are into what we do for a living. The public performance of busyness is how we demonstrate to one another that we are important. The more people see us as tired, exhausted, over-stretched, the more they think we must be somehow … indispensable. That we matter.”
― Joan Halifax, Standing at the Edge: Finding Freedom Where Fear and Courage Meet
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A 100-year-old veteran shocked the hosts of Good Morning Britain today by declaring that winning World War II 'wasn't worth it' due to the state of the UK.
Alec Penstone told Adil Ray and Kate Garraway how he quit his factory job to sign up for the Royal Navy and fight for his country as soon as he came of age.
The war hero recalled serving alongside close friends, many of whom lost their lives, and called himself 'just a lucky one' for having survived.
Asked what Remembrance Sunday meant to him, the veteran said he felt that winning the war was 'not worth' how the country had turned out today.
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“It’s exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day.” Mickie Ann
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There are people with whom words simply sink like stones in water. You can explain your truth, open your soul, explain your vision with clarity and calm – but they don't hear, because they don't want to. It's like trying to describe the value of honey to a fly. It knows only the dirt, it only seeks what it has always sought. And as the bee flies on in silence, it carries within itself the sweetness of life, which can never be explained, but only experienced. This is how I learn to let go. Not every discussion deserves my voice. Not every soul understands my path. And sometimes the greatest wisdom is hidden in silence – where I simply move on, without wasting the honey of my soul on those who never want to taste the truth.🐝👑🍯