They stopped thinking with an almost painful relief, stopped seeing; they only breathed and sought each other. They were both in the gray gentle world of a mild hangover of fatigue when the nerves relax in bunches like piano strings, and crackle suddenly like wicker chairs. Nerves so raw and tender must surely join other nerves, lips to lips, breast to breast…

I don&#39;t watch my movies. I just get too critical of myself.

What’s the key to relating to others? It’s putting yourself in someone else’s place instead of putting them in their place.

Written By John C. Maxwell

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