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When I was 13, I had a biology teacher named Mr. Parker. As I recall, he was a ‘nice’ man – short and a

I have recently relocated to Miami, Florida, and have found myself living in a house overlooking Biscayne Bay. To the left of our house,

Walk slowly
Be silent
Listen
The sky above you
Is full of the wisdom of eternity
You never get it wrong

Do you remember playing in a stream as a child? And making dams and bridges and setting leaves and sticks and paper boats free