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Mar 2012
As we move towards our goal.
Dawdling, dragging.
The things we try to achieve.
Farther, further.
We reach out our hands.
Slipping, sliding.

There in our vast pursuit.
Endless, ceaseless.
Barely escaping our grasp.
Fearful, Careful.
We reach out a little more.
Slowly, Boldly.

For the things we want to change.
2 Mar. 2012
Written by
Julie Grace
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