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Re: Childhood
Truely a dream is never tangable until one reaches forth and attempts to grasp it within their clutches. From a wisping cloud that wraps itself untouchable within and around our fingers to the grass rocks and soil below our feet it changes, shifting first and formost into a sand of quickness at first, pulling us in until we master this dream of ours. soon though, with abit of work and a sometimes some blood sweat and tears...we learn to master this dream...and soar with the eagles wings spread wide.
Let not your dreams fly away my friend without first attempting to chain them
I have learned that some of the sweetest things experienced in life were only recieved after crawling through the roughest parts that hell itself had to offer.
*bows to his friend*
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A canvas is a world of art,
awaiting discovery.
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