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[fox2]

Reflections as I sit this night, pondering what has transpired over the time I've been here, the mystery of life, an ever changing flow bringing forth new friends and setting adrift old ones. Friends most dear growing distant whilst others thought gone come back with new stances upon things. Moments strong, but as fleeting as the windswept song of

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[fleetfur]

There seems to be less and less time now for people to sit still and think deeply about their life. Natural places continue to be swallowed by concrete and the rhythm of the planet is threatened by the discordancy of the humans living upon it. Yet so long as there are high places that are not worth the cost of demolishing and developing there will be places for spiritual people to go to, and countless other places - and planes - that can be touched with the mind.

The lesson, of course, is never give up on your life, because there is always much room for further improvement.