If life were a highway, I would still look for the footpath, for walking that, I would learn about us, enjoying the extra time to do so.
When the silence comes and the echoes of former life fades, what will have mattered will be, one made the world a bit better __ore their de-berthing. Writing, needs none, but the initial push of heart and passion, enabling the story to take flight, doves to clouds, clouds to doves, then to faithfully follow its unfolding through the quill transcribed, this self-perpetuating engine once born, with no further fuel required, to lift others in the journey, through time, for all time.
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When the silence comes and the echoes of former life fades, what will have mattered will be, one made the world a bit better __ore their de-berthing. Writing, needs none, but the initial push of heart and passion, enabling the story to take flight, doves to clouds, clouds to doves, then to faithfully follow its unfolding through the quill transcribed, this self-perpetuating engine once born, with no further fuel required, to lift others in the journey, through time, for all time.
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