we can feel lonely in the winter night; even if others are there
we can overcome any obstacle we face once we find the bridge
in a perfect world interruptions would always be comic relief
when we choose a path we are really placing our trust in a stranger
you can often tell how long something has sat by what’s sitting on it
if there is no path we can either make our own or choose to not go
history repeats in part because some believe it never happened
as long as we see possibilities there is the basis for hope
we can be enticed to drink poison; if someone makes it beautiful
it’s hard to succeed if you are locked to a post and missing a wheel
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