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  • If one erects a building dead east of a sapling, then it seems it may grow westward, in time. Each day, a nodding in the wind, striving away from obscurity past high noon.

    And what about the time I tried to snowboard? Stiff, toddler's lego block muscle groups in panic and disarray. Frantically, neurotransmission couriers interpret the Sun's signals to structural cellulose bound to frozen bones. They gawk at instructions, refusing to cooperate.

    But the sapling will lean, and the muscle will learn.

    There is no escaping the need to breathe, but the echo saunters across eternity as we exhume the hidden capacities of our minds and bodies.

    Prosper, one of strength.
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