Hi, my name is Joyce.
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
May the warm winds of Heaven blow softly upon your house. May the Great Spirit bless all who enter there. May your mocassins make happy tracks in many snows, and may the Rainbow always touch your shoulder.
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The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.~Lucille Ball