Sean Browning I sit under a great weeping willow that weeps its willowiest on the edges of Taylor Creek Park. I talk to trees. No, I don’t think they can hear me. I hear no voices in my head besides my own hollering while mentally wearing a cooking pot on my head, clanging it with a wooden …
I am by no means an expert on self-help. In fact, I am not an expert on anything. I read a lot, but mostly fiction. Like you, I have my fixed and completely unmoving opinions on almost everything. Most of those opinions, also like yours, are based on the experience of not learning from my …
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