鈥淲hen he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.鈥�
- John Dryden
I work & play as a Clinical Social Worker during the day & a Trapeze Artist at night. It can be cold & dark & slippery in the cold wind & snow but so far, so good! I never seem to fall! I'm always powered from above!
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