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which was fun for a while

Sometimes we need someone to show us a thing can be done for us to believe we can do it ourselves

It’s where our joy comes from

exulting the glorious gift of being alive

He looked at us and we looked at him

Refuge Original Art Mom which was fun for athe story The first house I ever lived in was across the street from a fire station. Living in a small town meant it was quiet most nights, but you only need to hear those loud sirens wail one time when youre three years old to experience real terror. And that is why, every single night, my bedtime routine included this statement: Dad, Im afraid of the thunder and lightning and the fire trucks. Clearly, loud noise was my weak spot. (Had we lived next