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I use to see the world through different eyes. Sometimes I miss those eyes. they had such an endearing quality. whimsical words the swam and whirled and whipped away. oh those days. days where all you needed was a glass of wine, a contemplative mind, and others to bounce thoughts off of. a time where you questioned everything but in that question came purpose, passion and poise. Today is a different day, not better, not worse.

Time is a funny thing. it changes things. as with the seasons one cannot enjoy the current with out knowing the past. here is to a new season, a new time really.

let the leaves fall and crunch under your soles(souls).