I have lost my smile,but don't worry.The dandelion has it. — Thich Nhat Hanh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life
I have lost my smile,but don't worry.The dandelion has it. — Thich Nhat Hanh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life
I have lost my smile,but don't worry.The dandelion has it. — Thich Nhat Hanh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life
I have lost my smile,but don't worry.The dandelion has it. — Thich Nhat Hanh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life
I have lost my smile,but don't worry.The dandelion has it. — Thich Nhat Hanh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life
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I have lost my smile,but don't worry.The dandelion has it.

— Thich Nhat Hanh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life
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