We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
There is a side of me that remains a child, the child I once dreamed of who offered me a strange fruit shaped like a pepper. When I reached to his hands to take the offer he pulled them back to where his heart was. Then said: You can't have that part. The eyes were harder to forget: they were my own. And they were like the eye's that shot out the sun.
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Especially my rubber ducky They rule Even when extremely pissed off As usual You got to love them Ducks Rubber Duck...