Seattle, the mild green queen: wet and willing, cedar-scented, and crowned with slough grass, her toadstool scepter tilted toward Asia, her face turned ever upward in the rain; the sovereign who washes her hands more persistently than the most fastidious proctologist.

I feel that I have such an abundance in my life, and once you&#39;ve seen how many people suffer and how little it takes for you to actually change their lives for the better, it&#39;s hard not to do something.

When life hits you hard
Get up and hit it harder

Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.

Written By Stephen King

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