Life changes underneath me. I pick myself up off the floor. Doors close all around me. Some locked others just a turn. When I rise above the ground. No other can reach me. As I dip and dodge. The pieces emerge seamlessly. Age bends and strains. Repair is needed.
Life changes underneath me. I plant firmly in the soil.
Very inspirational.
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