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Sep 2014
In the face of one's dreams
there are many deterrents.
The river will rush and ravage,
just go with the current.
Just toss yourself in,
don't open your
eyes. The safety
you need
is found
in the
mind.

Ebola.
We will die,
so what's the point?
Terrorism.
We can't control it,
so what's the point?
You're white.
I'm still rolling,
so what's your point?
He's black.
No factors depend on that,
so what's your point?

The point is life is a delicate process
it never stops existing,
there's some kind of progress
it cycles through birth and death
all the time. There is no sense
to fear, stress, or worry.
No sense of any kind.
Jennifer Weiss
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Jennifer Weiss  Biloxi
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