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Even wrapped within the eternity of this moment, we are reminded of our limits.
Every step taken, asleep or awake, either presses us forward or signals back encouragement to the bitter agents of our own despair.
Today is a seductress – like every one before it – tempting us with its fruits of boredom and numbness and retreat. We needn’t partake but rarely do we resist, for a garden is still a garden and we too often fear for our next meal.
How prolific is our youth in the face of ultimate doom

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