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The winds of change are strong upon my back. Pushing me towards tomorrow.
Where today and my obligations will no longer excist.
These self imposed restrictions of my life, not living to work, but working to live, succumbing to this constant wind.
The wind that,
wears away at my life and my time on this plane.
At times it is a calm breeze, nudging me this way and that. An almost sentient presence giving guidance to those that listen.
Yet it can be a gale, an ever increasing pressure that gives no quarter. Forcing change, adapt or fail.
I, will raise a sail, catching all the wind I can, and ride the crest into tomorrow.
Yelling my joy at having done so.
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Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
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