Maybe 5

Maybe prints left by crawling wormsare Earth’s remarkable autographs.Maybe trails left by snails and serpentstell anecdotes of curiosity in the dirt.Maybe we discover the beauty of letting things grow by cultivating gardens.

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Diary of A Village Boy: The Leopard Spirit 12 (Tales by Moonlight 2)

I stood up and tried to follow the figure. The wind began to blow, and I felt it was calling to me for some reason. Navigating through the crowd was difficult. Some kids were bothering me by tugging at my feet, while teenagers watched me with disdain nearby because I was blocking their view. The… Continue reading Diary of A Village Boy: The Leopard Spirit 12 (Tales by Moonlight 2)

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Four Quotes on Humility

Perfection is impossible without humility. Why should I strive for perfection, if I am already good enough? Leo Tolstoy. Success is a lousy teacher. It seduces smart people into thinking they can’t lose. Bill Gates. True humility does not know that it is humble. If it did, it would be proud from the contemplation of… Continue reading Four Quotes on Humility

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Self Reflection 25: Diligence

If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well. _Martin… Continue reading Self Reflection 25: Diligence

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Folklore: The Straw, the Coal and the Bean from Gutenberg Project

In a village dwelt a poor old woman, who had gathered together a dish of beans and wanted to cook them. So she made a fire on her hearth and that it might burn the quicker, she lighted it with a handful of straw. When she was emptying the beans into the pan, one dropped… Continue reading Folklore: The Straw, the Coal and the Bean from Gutenberg Project

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The Legend of Wawadomea

Verse 1: Cannibals of the East Far out the lonely seas of the Indies Our maiden vessel sailed Hitting the strongest winds Surfing the wild oceans And at all times; bumping into the skies In this quiet piece of the ocean A strange sea of some sort Where there stays a blue sky An evenings… Continue reading The Legend of Wawadomea

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