TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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You can say sorry only so many times. You can say I forgive you only so many times. There has to be a point when you can move on, in a family, in a friendship, if the wounds aren't so deep after all, after all that time.
The present is all around us, waiting for us to moving on, into it.