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On the edge of my mind sits the chasm. Around it I have built railings and hung signs. They warn me to beware, to stay away from the pit. Still I am drawn to it, my curiosity overwhelming. Would the fall be so bad I often wonder. Part of me yearns to make the jump, to find the bottom. I hesitate, held in check by reason. Perhaps not today, but maybe tomorrow. Dreams that seem beyond my grasp.

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Here to Illuminate Body, Mind and Soul. Unknown, Yet Intended Paths. Where once united, our band diminishes,. By the governess of land. In worlds we no longer understand. We had to disband, Into foreign land. Is this the way they planned? .

What you are about to read. Small words, BIG SPACES. Filling out everything in between. Days off, Off days. I am restless without having to do, but the thought of having so much to do and where to start with. I am also beginning to grow cold towards romantic love.