one day, writing will be your life not the numbers and codes you currently fill your time with but the fleeting snows of april and the ant in exile and love in sepia this now is but a fragment of your time take what you need from it leave the rest behind and carry your beautiful soul onward and upward to the glory that is within you that we await with anxiety and hope
your hope, bouys me upwards it is not sure about the glory, feels like an inky morass at the moment, but i am encouraged by your words so we will go with glory onwords and upwards
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not the numbers and codes
you currently fill your time with
but the fleeting snows of april
and the ant in exile
and love in sepia
this now is but a fragment of your time
take what you need from it
leave the rest behind
and carry your beautiful soul
onward and upward
to the glory that is within you
that we await with anxiety and hope
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upwards it is
not sure about the glory,
feels like an inky morass at the moment, but i am encouraged by your words so we will go with glory
onwords and upwards
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