Just a few things to share.
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| A fierce conflict is continually staged beside the sea. A damp and noisy game, greater than the prize. It is for small fish, for the most part, that the players come. |
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| Certain things preclude other things in the arranging of a life. Regret is madness. |
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| I see now. No, more than that. Self-condemned, he would never find the magic. Entrapped, beauty is betrayed. Yet the sweetness remains. |
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| Male, Female, amorous intrigue complicated by the life it sustains. |
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| Once I felt a whole life pass in front of me on the horizon. Big ships work to maintain contact, while little tugs work to maintain contact, each alone. |
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| Here the small is delicate. Lift it up and the inevitable begins. |
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| I could have stayed, I might have stayed, but I identified the end. I always did understand a bell was ringing, a band was playing, slowly drifting, loitering under the gold and scarlet of a new day, with a heart full of the thrill of ideas. |
Here's what I'm thinking. No matter what we do, no matter where we go, no matter what happens, there will always be beauty for open eyes to behold. Let's all keep our eyes open. And our hopes high.
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