Gravity doesn't grant me the privelege of failure. my bough never breaks, I don't stumble into anything. so I climb and I carve my initials in the bark with that feather I found, but its all so contrived. My genes didn't bless me with the foresight of a sage but I know how this will end, in apologies and ink on the page
It's a new era for me.
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if we must be picky... it's puncuation that you need to correct... not spelling. but that's of no consequence, as that entire paragraph was nice to read. people don't use the word contrive very often.
i hope your living this thing for yourself to it's fullest... and don't get into trouble :P
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