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Go out there. Breathe the air. Hear the birds. Be deaf to a harsh world. Every day is a blessing. Just ask the dead. They know!
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Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 10:32 AM UTC
Freedom Costs Nothing
Go out there. Breathe the air. Hear the birds. Be deaf to a harsh world. Every day is a blessing. Just ask the dead. They know!
It is easy to feel like giving up sometimes; whether it's for personal or professional reasons. But we who are alive still have choices. We can make it better.
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Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 10:32 AM UTC
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