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Nov 2018
Crawling into your sheets is comfortable. It's warm. It's safe.

But the earth is not tucked in every night.

The world goes round, and so do we.

Some move slowly; locking eyes with a small crush or quitting a job for something bigger.

And some move fast; stuttering "I love you" to your sweetheart or packing your bags because a better life is elsewhere.  

The earth goes round in a vast sea of unknown, as do we.
But the world keeps spinning, and we keep discovering. Rain or shine, we move.

It's the discomfort that brings comfort.
Wrote for 10 minutes straight about whatever came to my head and came to this consensus that discomfort is what brings us to content.
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     Eli, Salmabanu Hatim, Shay Moore and Alexis
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