The heart never stops yearning for love, acceptance, embrace or even peace. Life is rolling once again with no driver at the helm but my own gloves. I'm getting into the nitty gritty of hard work once again. It's the rush of wind that brushes your soul as the hairs on your skin stands fully alert. There's a thrill to this ride. I lean forward eager
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