when the box contains . fewer selections, choices . are much easier
subtleties abound . bringing texture into life . in grey areas
as spring discovers . the trees patiently waiting . they begin their dance
where two paths converge . step carefully, both are still . under construction
a plan is never . reality, it’s a map . that is incomplete
nothing motivates . as completely as danger . that is imagined
acknowledge the past . and consider the future . now step through the door
often the repair . requires destruction before . healing can begin
how something’s perceived . creates emotion unique . to the observer
some doors don’t open . whatever is behind them . is not ours to know
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