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Destination

Drawing of a woman standing on a cliff edge contemplating a mountain summit in the distance with a flag on it
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Purpose sometimes is a puzzle, sweating, toiling and hoping for the best

Can we have fried eggs for lunch? Maybe not or not yet

But you cannot afford to be drowned  in doubt, in the dream, in the shadows of cynicism

Leaping in bounds doesn’t always require energy, sometimes just a synergy, of the soul and your resolve

At the edge of the meadow, we contemplate and take stock, the air is rife with change and oranges

Drift off, buoyed by courage, stringed by enthusiasm

Things always look different from up there

Again bounded by memory, slack, sticky and poignant

It’s the oldest trick in the book,

you will do well to bank, (a little) towards the sun,(full on) towards grace,(always) towards inspiration
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