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Journey is the truth offered in life's middle. We must go - alone - to the dark house of our fear, returning again and again until we see what we must do. Or so it seems. Passing houses warm and busy I wonder if only fools are required this pentence. Or if it is a choice, can the passage be as natural and effortless as breathing.
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Determined to do the only thing You could do. Determined to save the only life you could save.nice