Suns go away and rise up again. Thoughts arise and disappear. Gravity takes its toll on the aging soul that can be fearful of the responsibility and courage of maintaining a confident and satisfying journey. Self pressure YEAR BY YEAR with that clicking expecting expectation clock that can be family run, publicly criticized, or cause your inner intestines to intersect and interfere with your proactive progress that promises the pursuit of loving productivity.
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