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May 2010
Travel is constant. People never stop moving and going places. You keep going, you never stop. Slow down. Pace it out. Life flows like a river with no end, sweeping you up in its current. It turns and churns. Swallowing up and spitting people out in the worst of ways. Slow your waters and calm your motions. Life moves at its pace and you move at yours. Don't speed, slow down, things will be fine.
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Airto
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