The Seed....
I was asked today if I had regrets. I replied without thinking, yes, as though I possess the capacity for hind-sight. Forward, backwards, sometimes time feels like a blur, an image of low resolution blown up too large, with giant unrecognizable pixels of color bombarding my senses with a lack of definition. As I was striving to find a difference in the pattern,...
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I was asked today if I had regrets. I replied without thinking, yes, as though I possess the capacity for hind-sight. Forward, backwards, sometimes time feels like a blur, an image of low resolution blown up too large, with giant unrecognizable pixels of color bombarding my senses with a lack of definition. As I was striving to find a difference in the pattern,...
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