nothing new happens unless we accept the risk just don’t be stupid
locked in solitude as winter flexes its grip a time to reflect
our clan’s traditions help define who we are as individuals
where are we going? forward. will there be danger? just watch for the signs.
sometimes the warning seems more motivated by self preservation
are we more afraid that others are listening? or that they are not?
the original intent no longer matters only the result
a simple detail of basic materials adds discrete beauty
we decorate it to create a festive air but it is still bare
we deny aging through polish and paint, but time moves on regardless
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