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There Are Two Kinds Of Stones, As Everyone Knows, One Of Which Rolls.

The More One Does And Sees And Feels, The More One Is Able To Do, And The More Genuine May Be One's Appreciation Of Fundamental Things Like Home, And Love, And Understanding Companionship.

No Borders, Just Horizons - Only Freedom.

Flying Might Not Be All Plain Sailing, But The Fun Of It Is Worth The Price.

A Single Act Of Kindness Throws Out Roots In All Directions, And The Roots Spring Up And Make New Trees.