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A Catastrophic Success
An overflow of good converts to bad. I'm Kelsey. Welcome aboard.
4-8yr Olds Describing Love.
| Rebecca, age 8: | When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love. |
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| Terri, age 4: | Love is what makes you smile when you're tired. |
| Danny, age 7: | Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK. |
| Nikka, age 6: | If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate. |
| Elaine, age 5: | Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken. |
| Chris, age 7: | Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford. |
| Mary Ann, age 4: | Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day. |
Tippi Benjamine Okanti Degré, daughter of French wildlife photographers Alain Degré and Sylvie Robert, was born in Namibia. During her childhood she befriended many wild animals, including a 28-year old elephant called Abu and a leopard nicknamed J&B. She was embraced by the Bushmen and the Himba tribespeople of the Kalahari, who taught her how to survive on roots and berries, as well as how to speak their language.
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I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.
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I’ve always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be.
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