What if life
were not a race,
but a cup of tea
poured by a loving grandmother,
to be sipped slowly,
savoring its taste?
were not a race,
but a cup of tea
poured by a loving grandmother,
to be sipped slowly,
savoring its taste?
Tahlia Hunter
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These quotes come from a wide variety of sources and have always rung true for me or at least made me think. As you read them, you'll get to know me better.
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