Before We Were Strangers de Renee Carlino
The present is our own. The right-thid-second the here and now, this moment before the next, is ours for the taking. It's the only free gift the universe has to offer. The past doesn't belong to us anymore, and the future is just a Fantasy, never guaranteed. But the present is ours to own. The only way we can realize that fantasy is if we embrace the now
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