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Sometimes You’re the Windshield

Sometimes you’re the bug. I arose before my alarm went off, well-rested and in high spirits this morning. That should have set me on edge. Instead, I was like Cinderella before the ball– beset upon by the bluebird of happiness. … Continue reading

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