It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. A Tale of Two Cities - Charles Dickens (1812 - 1870)
Sometimes we become discouraged. The sun may be shining brightly; but, like this small tree, we are surrounded by cement, slowly withering in the hot sun. If we could only manage to get to the other side of the street where there are underground sprinklers and twice-weekly landscape maintenance.....
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How about the other side of the world? Invitation is still open!
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