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Dec 2022
While feeling slow, life goes so fast.
From tucking coats to looking down,
I thought I left my fears back there in the past but now I see them in your eyes, your frown, the hiding behind legs,
the begs for not having to go without your bags of marbles.

I hope,
I hope you're happy in relief,
the lesson: fear is only brief,
as life, temporary,
the wary feeling passes.

Have courage, brave young puzzling kid,
you already have more courage
than your uncle ever did.
Don't lose your marbles.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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   Raven Dale
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