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seasons cycle
the paint splattered walls that represent years, energies, and investment, soon gone
we walk and we talk with these people who shape us. who live and breath this brand of integrity we've given dollars and time and blood to obtain.
and they are like the walls-
fading.
holding on with white knuckles, but knowing full well that this too will pass.
i've only got two steady things to hold on to, and i keep one of them in each of my hands.
4:46 p.m. - 2004-06-03
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