And don't worry about losing.
If it is right, it happens --
The main thing is not to hurry.
Nothing good gets away.
image is my own
John Steinbeck
John Steinbeck
a letter to his son, Thom
November 1958
November 1958
This is an outlet where I catalogue my random thoughts and daily inspirations; be it honeycombs and stardust, or moonbeams and saltwater. I am thankful for sunshine on my shoulders, mountain air and the tallest of trees.
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