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Apr 19
Ah ****! How'd I lose?

I've learned so much this time around.
What to do and what not to do.

('Hole lotta that - "what NOT to do" - figured out a lot of ways to **** it up, but nothing wrong with narrowing the scope by processes of elimination. It's the long route and it's a rough road but you learn the lessons, cuz if you don't you do em again, that's just the nature of that proof)

I found the profane and the profound often overlapped more than you expect them to. I found that in the end it didn't matter much what way you go as along as you stick to it and keep going as long as you can or care to.
There are no wrong decisions, just impositions and responses and consequences. But all paths leading in all directions lead back to the place you're going to. You spin the globe and pick a spot and set out in a direction, and go wherever you want to. Eventually you reach a point where you gone as far away as you can, and your next step forward back or to either side just starts your path back home , but with different views.

Sure, some people get lost and never make it, but they just start again until they do.

"I didn't set you loose all over creation just to lose some of you to the rules. The rules don't matter if you play for keeps and keep on trying to win a hand or two. The buy backs cheap and we'll keep playing as long as YOU want to."
T R Wingfield
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T R Wingfield  41/M/Deep in the Heart'o'Dixie
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