People always seem to be in so much of a hurry," Lovie continued as she sat down breathlessly in the sand. "Rush, rush, rush. What are they rushing toward? Life isn't some kind of race. We all cross the same finish line, sooner or later. You'd hate to get the end in sight and suddenly wish you'd walked rather than run, wouldn't you?" "Maybe that's why they call it the human race.
( Mary Alice Monroe )
[ The Beach House ]
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