I'm not the only one having difficulty telling them apart !
(See "Rant" below.)
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. William Shakespeare
LIFE IS NOT MEASURED BY HOW YOU SURVIVE THE STORM, BUT HOW YOU DANCE IN THE RAIN.
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Funny and then not.
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