Time…

Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.

William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

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“I learned the hard way that I cannot always count on others to respect my feelings, even if I…”

“I learned the hard way that I cannot always count on others to respect my feelings, even if I respect theirs. Being a good person doesn’t guarantee that others will be good people, too. You only have control over yourself and how you choose to be as a person. As for others, you can only choose to accept them or walk away.”

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My Bluish Sky…

My bluish sky is always there even behind my clouds. It just depends on the filter my eyes are using that day. I have filters that drift from gray to transparent. My summer filter has been off setting my skies to a light steel blue. I am thankful that I still see some blue. There is always a blue sky. Like you, I am just waiting for my filter to turn transparent again. T. Lanette