Memories are buffeting like torrential rains.
Pelting my mind.
Littering it with thoughts.
Of yesteryear, times past.
Never to be rehashed, but destined.
To be cherished.
Remembered and encapsulated in my heart.
Never to be extinguished.
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"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
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I love your work. Always serene.
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Thank you Emersen.
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You are too kind Emersen.
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