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From the beginning, the lesson has always been the same to never rest responsibilities on no brow but mine, and this counts for movement, creation, production, prosperity, repercussion, function, and gumption. All the times I am attached, I am blessed and protected and cured, but by all means, it's too easy. After a honeymoon's worth, like any wild thing without a real home, I scratch to go outside. For one truth being the weight of my footsteps, and with each placement a wealth of self-reliance, surely I'm prouder than any motor. And most of all, to greet the night as I greet the day, I accept my stillness, my unbottled moment, which dictates I may breathe the freedom to reap my bounty.
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Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
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From the beginning, the lesson has always been the same to never rest responsibilities on no brow but mine, and this counts for movement, creation, production, prosperity, repercussion, function, and gumption. All the times I am attached, I am blessed and protected and cured, but by all means, it's too easy. After a honeymoon's worth, like any wild thing without a real home, I scratch to go outside. For one truth being the weight of my footsteps, and with each placement a wealth of self-reliance, surely I'm prouder than any motor. And most of all, to greet the night as I greet the day, I accept my stillness, my unbottled moment, which dictates I may breathe the freedom to reap my bounty.
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Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
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