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Butch Hancock quote about Sex and Love

So, today I watched an excellent documentary called The Education of Shelby Knox, and they opened it with a fantastic quote. Which I will now share with you...

hancock quote web Butch Hancock quote about Sex and Love

Life in Lubbock, Texas, taught me two things:  One is that God loves you and you're going to burn in hell.  The other is that sex is the most awful, filthy thing on earth and you should save it for someone you love.  ~Butch Hancock

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Taylor Swift quote about Beauty

A beautiful quote from a beautiful girl...

Taylor Swift Taylor Swift quote about Beauty

❝ I think for me, beauty is sincerity. I think that there are so many different ways that someone can be beautiful. You know someone’s so funny that it makes them beautiful no matter how they look because they’re sincere in it. Or someone’s really emotional and moody and thoughtful and stoic but that makes them beautiful because that’s sincerely who they are. Or you look out into the crowd and you see someone so happy that they’re smiling from ear-to-ear and that sincerity comes through, and I think that’s what makes somebody beautiful. I’ve never felt like there’s just one way to be beautiful, you know, tall or short, straight hair or curly or whatever, some people have definitions of their “types.” You know, for me, I think that when I meet someone and there’s that magical thing about them that makes them unforgettable, it’s that they’re sincere in honest in whoever they are. Be that funny, happy, sad, going through a rough time, sarcastic, I think these personality traits that come through when somebody is really sincere is what makes them beautiful. ❞ — Taylor Swift

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Christmas Journey

This is a guest poem from "Ask What If Online"

Peacefully, with reverence I view the river

Quietly meandering toward this sand dune.

I sit with spirits who have come before me

Watching as the sun prepares for the moon.


The evening sky, hot with dancing fire colors,

Glows like the old spear maker’s ember pile.

Autumn oak leaves add more brilliant hues

To comfort those who pause here for a while.


Steamboats paddle and churn their way west

Coursing between gray dredge piled banks,

Carrying the life stores of many brave settlers

Who at day’s end stop to eat and give thanks.


Months will pass before they reach the plains.

Some will continue to Rocky Mountains high.

Pristine land where the Missouri River is born

Among jagged peaks rising to touch a big sky.


Tamarack candles radiate their golden light

On spruce trees adorned with cones and snow.   

 White smoke curls from a field stone chimney,

Herds of elk and deer play in valleys below.


This place where the setting sun finds refuge

And wild cutthroats swim sparkling streams.

 Here my spirit has flown this Christmas Eve

  Watching the spirits dancing in my dreams.

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