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I believe we write our own stories and each time we think we know the end, we don't. Perhaps, luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and from the peace that comes from knowing that you just can't know it all. Life's funny that way; once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong.
I want to start a new book. Let's burn these chapters down.
I want to start a new book. Let's burn these chapters down.