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“Pride Goes Before A Fall…”

The minute the words started moving through my lips, I knew where it had come from. The rush, starting in the heart, always in the heart, moved those words, up and out just like a tidal wave moves a piece of ugly driftwood easily ashore. That momentous force that pushes those ill-timed words out, words […]