
We must not lose sight of the play in favor of the narrative.
Cannot lose sight of the shape of the clouds in fear of future winds and rain.
There is something in us still that wants more than recognition and ambition.
It wants to play. We want to and we got to. Otherwise where are we truly going?
Cannot lose sight of the shape of the clouds in fear of future winds and rain.
There is something in us still that wants more than recognition and ambition.
It wants to play. We want to and we got to. Otherwise where are we truly going?
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