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My high school boyfriend's stepmother sliced all the way down her thigh with very sharp scissors while sewing- she didn't notice she was cutting into her flesh as well as the cloth. And to think, I sometimes black out from paper cuts :S
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Help us to be the always hopeful
Gardeners of the spirit
Who know that without darkness
Nothing comes to birth
As without light
Nothing flowers
-May Sarton
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