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“Don’t complain about the snow on your neighbor’s roof when your own doorstep is unclean.” Confucius
The cottonwood trees are releasing their “fluff” . . . and it looks like snow. I stepped out the back door to find our shoes buried in it. I came across this quote and liked the analogy.
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Nurture Self 365 