we don’t realize . just how fragile something is . until it’s too late
most of history . is forgotten, even though . much is still the same
trying to fit in . the facade only reveals . that something does not
it isn’t having . too little, it’s not sharing . when we have too much
it might be shocking . to see the actual face . of our inner voice
the calendar page . has turned, bringing with it change . only we can make
sometimes the answer . is hidden in a story . we cannot quite read
some places seem stuck . as if they are waiting for . something to happen
when done correctly . searching for answers leads to . asking more questions
often, a story . will present itself without . an explanation
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