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    This isn't a story of gratitude. But gratitude has been its seed.
    This isn't my story.
    For a long time now I long for the clock to strike three, to put my children to bed and turn my computer on. Three is the time when most cowbirders' stories appear cause it's morning in the USA.
    I read as many as I can, not as many as I wish, but instead of reading the ones I receive by mail I get caught by a picture or a name or ... a feeling and browse through stories I hadn't planned to read.
    Most of the time I feel sooooo tiny, so small. Your stories are so utterly amazing, so rich, so diverse. And very often so.. mine. I tend to think "Where do these people find the words to say what I mean to say?" And feel grateful amidst the blackness that surrounds me- and trust me there's a lot of darkness down here in Greece.
    Your stories provide a window, a new perspective.
    So this is not my story, cause it doesn't belong to me.
    It's yours.
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