A fistful of feathers will get us up and over and down the mountain, but all that downy comfort may not a transformative journey make. What's the sense in descending upon a foregone conclusion? We are explorers with our manila envelopes crammed with crumpled notes, extra pair of socks and love of getting lost. We shall continue to take our steps in the direction(s) we're meant to go. The end result will surely be the byproduct of following our hearts and never having had a clue.
Rlargusa: He lived louder than love.
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