Life moves on. As I walk across the street, I see new trees growing from where the old trees died, shiny hands playing songs of rusted vinyl records, houses fallen to unexpected misfortune, gardens sprung from sooty ditches. If we keep running and not take a stop to catch our breath in a while, we will miss the whole point of why we are even alive.

Life moves on. As…

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