Lives like snowflakes whisper as they slide through wistful daydreams --culled sharply by a terse reminder that there are things to do, forever and always. I think there is something to be said here about hesitation, and to not hesitate; today is as free as you or I allow it to be. Cut slack and let the dang thing fly.
When I say I'm going to go and do things in incredible places, this time I really mean it. Like the river of flakes slung down towards this earthly reservoir, it all just seems to flow nowadays. One live into another, each meander a syllable in one long beautiful sentence. That's all we can ever really hope for I'd reckon anyhow. Anything longer should probably be edited down.
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