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I want to tell you about the kind and charitable tradition of buying a coffee for a stranger which originates in Naple…

Here’s an unusual story on the power of love. It starts with a man who’d forgotten the love of his life. Not only th…

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If you are not a dog person, or a pet person, you may want to skip this post, because it’s going to be about pet love. …

Today I have a book recommendation for you. Now, I usually stay away from recommending books; too many times friends…

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