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  • Searching. Constantly. These last few years have so much uncertainty and opportunity, all at the same time.

    A blender with no top.

    I find my head spinning, looking around, taking it all in, unable to find my center, some sense of balance, some comfort.

    It's incredibly uncomfortable, and yet it's beautiful all the same.

    It's passion, I guess. And passion is just another animal yearning to free itself from the cage that is an indeterminate amount of time.

    Quite a paradox it is. The longer it's held in, the more this passion grows. And yet it simultaneously weakens, eroded by time.

    The sooner it can escape, explore, experience, the sooner magic will happen in front of our very eyes, in our hands, and in our hearts.

    The haze becomes clear, the direction more certain. We can now look back at the path we've blazed, for it's uniquely our own and the reason we're here now.
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