The Value of Love
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Last published Tue, Dec 30, 2014
Are you tired of feeling empty, depleted, and wondering how to get more out of life? A few of my writer friends and I felt the same way and after weeks of lamenting, we decided to do something about it. We've started a blog called "One Year of Letters". Each letter or missive offers a perspective on life, questions our automatic thoughts, and reevaluates our purpose and responsibility both to ourselves and the world. Feedback is always welcome. Enjoy!
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