Friday, 9 September 2016

"There is a bird that lives deep in the snowy mountains. Tortured by nights numbing cold, it cries that it will build a warm nest in the morning. Yet, when day breaks, it sleeps the day away, basking in the glow of the sun. So it continues, crying vainly throughout its life. People are often the same, lamenting their circumstances yet passing by every opportunity to change."
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Russell Cuts the Corn From The Brewers Whiskers.

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