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As I sit here in the windowseat staring at the sparkling sun on the new-fallen snow, I find myself reflecting on my life. I compare myself to the lonely tumbleweed. It grows, dries, then snaps off to be carried by the will of the wind until it stops....plants a new seed.....grows again.....repeating the cycle over and over....secure only for a moment in time......no permanence. It must always adapt.....new environments.....new stresses.....growing with the changes.....always new.....never old, comfortable, familiar. TumbleweedTumbleweed breaks off and then... Runs in front of Autumns's wind. Piling up where no one knows...
With the coming of the Spring...
Spring gives way to Summer's heat...
Weed looks back at where it's been...
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4 Freedoms Erotica
