Fresh, solid ideas feel like gifts to writers, therefore every morning is Christmas. — Criss Jami, Killosophy
Fresh, solid ideas feel like gifts to writers, therefore every morning is Christmas. — Criss Jami, Killosophy
Fresh, solid ideas feel like gifts to writers, therefore every morning is Christmas. — Criss Jami, Killosophy
Fresh, solid ideas feel like gifts to writers, therefore every morning is Christmas. — Criss Jami, Killosophy
Fresh, solid ideas feel like gifts to writers, therefore every morning is Christmas. — Criss Jami, Killosophy
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Fresh, solid ideas feel like gifts to writers, therefore every morning is Christmas.

— Criss Jami, Killosophy
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