As mysterious as it seems, our prayers have the power to live after us. Spanning years, sometimes centuries, even millennia. Reaching across time to take the broken pieces of a person's life and gently place them into what can only be described as a divine work.

I could snow all day but you make me blue cookie with decorations.

Playing hockey, there were a lot of guys bigger than me, so I knew I was going to get hit and have to deal with it. Gotta hit back.

In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are alike.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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