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Aug 2018
The last mile has always been so close yet so far.

sweat and tears; broke, and living in fear. All  sacrificed for the big bold dream .  It keeps him alive .  The man will not stop unless he dies.

The WILL to BE defies all logic. It lifts him into the magic . This  man is uber, this knight is super!

He sees the glitter far in the horizon...one more mile,  just one last valley....the finish line is in that alley.

Ah, he is slowing down, his feet are sinking in the sand.. his ego hates this aching game... so it whispers in his ears, “ hey, look there, look harder , can’t you see?  Lady Luck is serving You a new winning hand.”

At the last mile, yet again, he abandons an old dream to pursue this new theme.

All the blisters, the sweat and tears matter no more! He will start all new, down the rabbit hall, toward a novel goal!

And in circles he goes, all scattered he lives: one day south and the next day north!  

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Huxely
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   Khoisan
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