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Free to fly above the trees. I ride the wind and soar. Beyond the tall grass, that’s where I lie in wait. Taking time to...
Free to fly above the trees. I ride the wind and soar. Beyond the tall grass, that’s where I lie in wait. Taking time to...
Why are we always trying to get to the end? Lost in the middle is where I begin. Beginnings aren’t where we should begin. Beginnings...
I can’t get lost in time. It ticks too slowly, ticking out its measured tock. Brief segments don’t wander. Purposeful slivers collect in piles that...
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