not want to keep everything. Something is right that is lost, inevitably. I can not pile up long-peel flavors, powder or lumps of suffering defeats. I had to learn, with age and its error, it is necessary to throw away. Without complaint or hesitation. Bask in portions of life now past due and bad can paralyze reducing this to a perpetual funeral. I keep myself in the rare or exceptions: Process for removal. Genero space break away from the ruins and the skeletons. So breathe better.
[photo by -lense flair ]
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