weeks have whirled by way too fast with spring teasing us with her woos of the eighties and her dropteases of the forties.
change permeates the air on this lot of land. not scary change, but exciting change. in my forty-seven years, i have finally learned that where you are not supposed to be can direct you to where you are supposed to go.
that is good stuff, man.
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