On the warmth of the human spirit

Nothing repulses me more than a coldness of spirit; inexpressive faces, a demeanour turned in on oneself, a dead social 'coat' that reeks of inner hatred, a limp handshake, a grey face, shark eyes and a first impression that demands never to be repeated. There's no excuse for it.¬† It's been my passion¬† - all … Continue reading On the warmth of the human spirit

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