Notes
Ahead await the sphinxes that wish to petrify us in our tracks. Behind us are remnants of prior trials, pebbles and ripples of what we were and what became us. As we stand in awe at the monoliths of our lives we can retrospect and perceive the amalgamation of things thought lost in the fire, brush away the ash and see that they persist and so too can we conquer this.
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