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"The book is still perfectly readable, even with marks, stains, and blemishes. It doesn’t take away from the art inside. So why do you doubt your talent? Everyone loves the breeze until it tangles their hair, assuming that they have it", he chuckles. "This thing we live in is like a die, yet everyone fixes their eyes on one number and disregards the rest. They know the odds of a fair roll, yet rage when it lands on what they didn’t want. They curse the sky that birthed them and the ground that nurtured them. But look at all you’ve done for yourself, and all it has done for you. Find refuge there and shout what a good day it is."
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 4:41 PM UTC
Eyes on the number
"The book is still perfectly readable, even with marks, stains, and blemishes. It doesn’t take away from the art inside. So why do you doubt your talent? Everyone loves the breeze until it tangles their hair, assuming that they have it", he chuckles. "This thing we live in is like a die, yet everyone fixes their eyes on one number and disregards the rest. They know the odds of a fair roll, yet rage when it lands on what they didn’t want. They curse the sky that birthed them and the ground that nurtured them. But look at all you’ve done for yourself, and all it has done for you. Find refuge there and shout what a good day it is."
More in a conversation type format. This one took longer than expected!
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14/F/England
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 4:41 PM UTC
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