Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.
Whenever I see a bus headed to PENNS LANDING, I usually misread the sign the first time and think that the second N is actually an I. Maybe they should do that in lower case.
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