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There are times in which I wish I could go backwards in. Back to the house on the cliff that overlooks the beach. The first few months of being independent of parental regulation. Having the feeling of being so terribly comfortable lying in bed. Then feeling the desire and need to get up and kneel at the bedside. To kneel because it had made more sense to sacrifice simple comfort. To be thanking God for life. Of having a life that felt so new, and full of questions, struggling to adjust, and happy to be a part of an unknown journey.

That journey that had happened in the past has not ceased to the latter. New philosophies, emotions, friends, and streets have been introduced to this journey. Those times created a way for these times.

Here they are.


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