It’s difficult to find the strength to resist, sometimes. The subtle and in parts sensual allures of outright adventure, coupled with a voluptuous body of extreme prejudice while having been sprinkled lightly with spices as yet unknown… is so, so surreal. Sweet magnolia, that is one hot tamale! An adventure that can appear to last a lifetime, but of course it’s almost always over in ten seconds.
It is the long and the skinny, I suppose.
In time, we might all become the giants we had once envisioned… but that of course could never really happen. Not really. There are so very few of us that could go the distance. Despair, my brothers and sisters. Despair.
This must be why I always rise so quickly each morning.
A new day will lay across me soon enough, but for now… I must keep walking. I have to remind myself to not
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