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You're only 18 into the dream and already rushing to anchor yourself because you saw someone upstream do the same. The old man fishing at the mouth of the river laughs a caring laugh. He whispers pigeons into the wind for you. "Enjoy the rocking of the boat alone for some time, my friend. When it is time to share your vessel: Sift, Choose, Enjoy, and Repeat; savor the liberties that youth allows. The other half you should really be looking for is the answer to your favorite question."
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
Row^3 your boat
You're only 18 into the dream and already rushing to anchor yourself because you saw someone upstream do the same. The old man fishing at the mouth of the river laughs a caring laugh. He whispers pigeons into the wind for you. "Enjoy the rocking of the boat alone for some time, my friend. When it is time to share your vessel: Sift, Choose, Enjoy, and Repeat; savor the liberties that youth allows. The other half you should really be looking for is the answer to your favorite question."
cosmicthundah
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
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