Things are growing.
Nothing is still.
Especially my thoughts about Through.
Poem
The way it isn't.
Is, am, poof.
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Things are growing.
Nothing is still.
Especially my thoughts about Through.
Poem
The way it isn't.
Is, am, poof.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung