Aging

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   Wiser and wiser. When I was freshly outside in the light, nothing made sense. As i learned to recieve, reach and recognize, i frequently misinterpreted. And some things remind me... of feelings I like.
   How different things are now from the echoing songs of my ever-awakening interpretations. I feel myselves evolving into new future meanings. 
   Instinctively I know that only this moment is Real, Now, and the memories, forward and backward, are creative invention by my ever interpreting mind.  As I continue to breathe, call it AGING, those stories all over my mind are revealed to be changeable and free. By changing the meaning of this or that detail I can reinterpret those stories into feelings I like. 

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The Circle is Open!​​

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- Seven Daughs