Tuesday, November 17, 2015

The Meeting Comments

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As I walked down the path, I felt like whistling, but my whistle is such a feeble thing, it mattered not to me. It felt good to be out and about.

As I walked I kicked the dirt on the path in front of me and looked at the sand as it fell back to earth, such a simple thing that makes a man feel good.
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