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Starting the Day Productively
Read more: Starting the Day ProductivelyEarly productive mornings – out of all habits that I have tried to cultivate over the years, this change proves to be the most elusive, but highly rewarding one.
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Perfect Destination
Read more: Perfect Destinationthere is a perfect Destination, beautiful beyond sense and comprehension as close as our heartstrings and immeasurably far away One that is Ever Watchful of our endeavours. there is a chosen route, a trial and preparation for the end and an infinite beginning. there is a last guide, who has best travelled the route and who leads…
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Creamy Chicken Mushroom Pasta
Read more: Creamy Chicken Mushroom PastaOn a rainy day, this comforting pasta dish feels like a warm hug in a bowl. Tender pieces of chicken and mushroom are tossed with perfectly cooked pasta and coated in a rich, silky sauce made from milk and cheese. The savory flavor of chicken slices adds a smoky depth, with paprika and basil giving…
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Executive Functioning: How the Air Traffic Control in the Brain Develops from Infancy to Adolescence
Read more: Executive Functioning: How the Air Traffic Control in the Brain Develops from Infancy to AdolescenceEver wonder why some kids can sit quietly and focus on reading an interesting story or a favourite puzzle, while some cannot seem to sit still for more than five seconds to concentrate on anything at all? Of course, personal interest in particular activities plays a big role in grabbing children attention and sustaining it,…
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My last letter to you
Read more: My last letter to youCyclops passed on early yesterday morning. She is at peace now. It feels like it’s finally time to let go. It has been 13 years. I have been waiting for you to appear at the doorstep to tell you that I love you and how much I have missed you. I suppose I will always…
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After
Read more: AfterMy head cracked open one ordinary morning— no warning, no grand symphony, just a thousand silent fractures shards catching old screams, faded memories of songs sung, broken into long ago. and all the pieces just… hung there, like a city after the sirens have stopped— ruined, but somehow still standing still pretending, to envelop the…

