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Jennifer Johnson
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Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. - Lao Tzu
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. - Lao Tzu

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Westminster Bridge, London.

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“Telling a story is like reaching into a granary full of wheat and drawing out a handful. There is always more to tell than can be told.” ― Wendell Berry Whitmore Lake, MI

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Pebbles turn a stream, touch among connected souls, glimpse of Autumn’s veil. Prospect Park, New York City, NY  

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“To love another human in all of their splendor and imperfect perfection, it is a magnificent task… tremendous and foolish and human[..]” Salt Lake City, Utah.  

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lately..
Life has been so full. We soaked up summer as much as we could, school began again. The year continues on in a round bringing newer experiences that are unfamiliar and yet all too easily recognized and compared to similar faded memories. We are at a roundin...

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unpresuming
I've often wondered if posting these as late as now, and at a time that doesn't seem to make logical sense for me is the best move, often wondering if I should wait until there is some correlation so it makes sense. But I have decided not to be bogged down ...

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Oh Joy! : 60 Ways to Create & Give Joy
This bright happy book is a vehicle intended to bring more joy into the lives of those who utilize the suggestions Joy Cho gives to share happiness. The book is Joy embodied, beautiful, happy, vibrant, it gives unique suggestions, ranging from small scale g...

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breakdown
The oil light blinked on, and the car engine made an awful noise of metal pieces working their hardest to move. I asked my husband if he thought we should pull off at the next stop. I knew it would put a dent in our timing, we were to be in South Dakota by ...

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summer whites


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endless summer
In these last few calendar days of summer, I have been clinging. More to our summer memories rather than actual time. Though as I put it in writing they seem one and the same. We began the summer days knowing they were Jane's last days at home, her last day...
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