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Welcome to my Blog There was a nice healer who worked all day. She toiled and sweated with no time to play. Her fingers ached from computer stretches. Her children tired of her many *kvetches (complaining) One day she was reading through her overstuffed inbox. She wondered… She thought….. Could I quit this and go …

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