A twin of sorts

So one year apart. Actually 364 days, but still... a bit uncanny, don't you think?


I'm tired.
Go through the motions of a job. Go to school? Study what? Become this?
A thought. Why can't we all do what we love? Because know one would love picking up garbage but it has to be done? Is this what the Romans dealt with at the beginning of civilization? Too much. We should all live on a ranch. Maybe. Not enough room?
Enough room in one's heart to reconsider their opinions? Everyone is entitled.

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