The tree is loaded.
Time is ripe for harvest.
We, Thee and They.
Suddenly, labors of long wishing and golden furrowed energy lead us up the garden path.
That conversation, the passing of minutes as we waited for the train to arrive, led me to my multiple seats of fame.
I am calm, humble and brave. Even when I doubt that, they tell me. Like a reminder written in the breeze across my temples.
Shall we start?!
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