the sentinels stand quietly, to protect us in catastrophe
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
nature plays a song that’s constantly changing key and time signature
something unobserved most likely still happens; but we cannot be sure
envy is a tool used against us for someone else’s benefit
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