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Life goes on. The changes of life, the circle of life. Teeth breaking, gums bleeding. The history of our work, a life's story in income, protected or otherwise. Age catches us all, we move on. (The worst part of a break-up is realising how someone you love has scarred you.) And move upwards, getting to a better chamber. As thousands of new members poor in, progress with time is the name of the human-rat race.
But I seem to get nowhere. A weekend's grace, after a life dodged by grace. Life doesn't progress without seizing chances and trying to breakout. The line between courage and imprudence is fine. The romance of lack of future wears out, eventually. Hope mine does not.
But I seem to get nowhere. A weekend's grace, after a life dodged by grace. Life doesn't progress without seizing chances and trying to breakout. The line between courage and imprudence is fine. The romance of lack of future wears out, eventually. Hope mine does not.