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  • We tread lightly these days. So as not to muck up fleeting future moments with the strain of aggravation. Mix well the ingredients and reagents of emotion. Times of sickness may come and go, but renewed vigor summons determination anew.

    Tenderly, I awaken asleep. Sounds echo as the mind reminisces on my guitar. As if Gonzo were to come bounding up, aching to go outside for a walk. I thought years ago that I could never really understand how to play, then got lost each time I put fingers on the strings. Now it's as if I'm taking a stroll in a kinetic dimension, but gradually. Where once I crawled, I now stand.

    Myriad number of dimensions of understanding exist and each is incalculably unique in both retention and execution. Fishing. Knitting. Arc welding. Tap dancing. Singing.

    Soon, I will have only once felt that I could not understand-
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