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Tuesday, September 30, 2008
I think I see a little bit clearer now. Sometimes when the time comes, we just have to let go. Up and go. Move on. Like the snail that grows out of its little shell. It has to move on and find a larger home, one more suited to itself. Or it will die from being strangled and suffocated by it's unwillingness to let go, or even fear of finding something new.
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