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It is all flowing uphill back into the tributaries into the headwaters Life returns to its source at the end Chinook salmon spawn in their natal streams and die their bodies nourish their young who make haste to salt water then return from the sea to repay the favor Uphill it is for us a long slog, it seems We are dedicated enemies of entropy unconscious yet knowing our duty So these are your instructions. You must wake each day and know it as a gift never pause in worship never cease your upstream struggles until it is time for such foolishness to end. Grit and muscle heart and will life is short yet sweeter still.
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
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It is all flowing uphill back into the tributaries into the headwaters Life returns to its source at the end Chinook salmon spawn in their natal streams and die their bodies nourish their young who make haste to salt water then return from the sea to repay the favor Uphill it is for us a long slog, it seems We are dedicated enemies of entropy unconscious yet knowing our duty So these are your instructions. You must wake each day and know it as a gift never pause in worship never cease your upstream struggles until it is time for such foolishness to end. Grit and muscle heart and will life is short yet sweeter still.
jeff-stier
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
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