Spend time on the good and keep going past those old hurts. I want to be in peace with a clean slate.

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Spend time on the good and keep going past those old hurts. I want to be in peace with a clean slate.
This morning I feel oddly happy. The secret of peace: it is unnecessary to have a problem. The rain is lovely and I will read novels life seems so meanderingly pleasant. I do nothing and will be joyful.
Nature did remove my grief, and tranquilized my mind. The woods and clouds bade me peace. I resolve to remember the effect, the sublime ecstasy to the soul, the light and joy of nature.
We keep marveling at the utter peace at hand as we left the rush and the emotional turmoil of work.
Pause, peace, rest. The silence of a city, had to be the regeneration of the human race.
His form and hers, of perfect peace. The infinite calm seldom frenzied or despairing a shadowless eternity boundless in love. One might doubt the presence of asserted tranquility. Do you believe such people are happy? I'd give a great deal to know.