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Jan 2019
What we have at hand is a treasure, but we run to catch what we don't have, a mystery.

What we foresee in illusions of gestures undermines reality of our very own reach.

Why have a dream to crawl yet you can walk, from a rain of opportunities to a desert of wishes.
Should Chances override choices?
Let not friction jump you from a pitch to a maze
#herdsmanofprogress
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
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