As far as I know, I've yet to travel the distance of my knowledge. Walk with me through sands of time and we'll count grains to pass them. Show me your soul, but mind your shoe laces, as not to fall victim to ego tripping. When lost, catch me hanging in closets to be forgotten until next season, when falling, I'll catch you next time around in butterfly nets.
Peace,
kwes.
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