even if we know what is on the other side it is still unknown
how we choose to move is usually not a decision we make
yard sale this weekend lost cat answers to jingles only nails remain
the line drawn between danger and safety is not as wide as we think
we tend to forget all of the wind and the rain as the storm clouds pass
we follow the tracks because it’s the safe route to our destination
how hungry were they the first people to gather foods now commonplace
the distance traveled in one’s imagination cannot be measured
sometimes the message is understood; even if it’s written poorly
the raindrops that fall on the flowers’ petals are the ones we admire
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