Fostering the Soul

I am a sucker for a good beat. Any song with a good rhythm and rhyme is guaranteed to get stuck in my head for days on end. At times I take pleasure in being able to hit this mental repeat button, savoring the melodies over and over; other times I shudder and wish that the song would just go away. Music can be poison to the soul.

Passing Ships

Yesterday, as I was driving to the Post Office, I noticed a woman crossing the street holding a brown box. The box could have held items that needed to be shipped; the box could also have held all of her possessions from work. This woman could have just been fired.

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