Our luck goes wherever we go - but, like our nose, we cannot see it because it is too close to us. We only see it in reflection. When we stop to look back on where we have been or what we have been through, we get some idea.
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We don't say what we ought to say. We say what we think we ought to say. Then we wonder why nobody understands us. And, because other...
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