She worked her toes into the sand, feeling the tiny delicious pain of the friction of tiny chips of silicon against the tender flesh between her toes. That’s life. It hurts, it’s dirty, and it feels very, very good.

No one can understand that mysterious thing we call influence . . . yet . . . everyone of us continually exerts influence, either to heal, to bless, to leave marks of beauty; or to wound, to hurt, to poison, to stain other lives.

I haven&#39;t been given many things, but I&#39;ve been given ample, limitless patience.

Lincoln Diaz-Balart

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Written By Lincoln Diaz-Balart

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