the only constant in both waking and dreaming is the narrator
footsteps squeak and crunch on a thin blanket of snow in a winter snap
a subtle shift goes unseen; but a sudden shift commands attention
the road we travel is long and winding; slow down and take in the view
leaves on the sidewalk from different trees will be swept by the same broom
fear is not conquered by listening to those who profit from your fear
those most resistant to tomorrow will fight to maintain yesterday
nature plays a song that’s constantly changing key and time signature
a bitter darkness helps to open the day to all that’s possible
something unobserved most likely still happens; but we cannot be sure
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