Life presents choices. I’ve found choices sometimes leave ashes. And then comes the whisper, “what is to give light must endure burning.” I touch the ashes and feel life. A heart beat. Perhaps ashes I may not have chosen to carry their urn. But…..
And if you fell where would you fall? If you were not to be what would you be? If you did not what would you do? If you did what would you not? When is ‘did’ not ‘did…..
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