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Into the silence with little, or no summons, everlasting winds of nature
sometimes turn catastrophic, as pouring
rains fill thunderous skies, words of deception flood the eyes, bursting forth with no rhyme, or reason, in depth emotions run wild. I now proceed with little caution, faced with doubt and uncertainty, confinement prolongs, courage and strength fluctuates autonomy. Living and learning are only
clock-work-in-motion. Overcome by paths and crooked ways, I took a much
needed break, down memory lane, one I walked through and from, gaining stability and control.
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