Words To Live By

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Spend the afternoon.
You can't take it with you.

-------Annie Dillard

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  1. OrryAugust 6, 2009 at 3:04 AM

    ...and spend your life, with all your love and happyness!
    Enjoy it!

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  2. RoseAugust 6, 2009 at 4:31 AM

    I LOVE that! I constantly encourage my husband to do this with me. I may have to put this on a wall somewhere.

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  3. UnknownAugust 6, 2009 at 5:46 AM

    Oh God, I love that!!!!!!

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  4. dsAugust 6, 2009 at 9:39 AM

    And she should know--she has spent hers so well!
    This is going on the wall. Thanks!

    Love the sundial, too. Is that yours?

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  5. Ricky ShamblesAugust 6, 2009 at 11:34 AM

    That's wonderful. Unfortunately I get to spend my afternoon in front of the computer. Fortunately I get to watch the sun and the trees through the window.

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  6. UnknownAugust 6, 2009 at 12:24 PM

    Nice.

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  7. aimsAugust 6, 2009 at 12:51 PM

    Sigh and a smile.

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  8. robertAugust 6, 2009 at 4:13 PM

    counting only the happy, sunny hours.

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  9. KathleenAugust 6, 2009 at 11:29 PM

    Amen, brother Ben!

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  10. BarbAugust 7, 2009 at 9:36 AM

    We all need this reminder sometimes!

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  11. Deanna Bland Hiott PhD, MSN, RNAugust 8, 2009 at 2:36 PM

    I love that!

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