Restless spirits- running jumping floating dismissed of self doubt. We scurry along in awkward taste watching our shadows in disbelief, aloud i shout. 
Proceed I am forced ahead. Our shoes are new. Our shoes are worn. Bandages are given, though arms carry disabled hands torn. 
And the virgin blades are high at peak covering the desolate landscape with elaborate verdant shades blended with explosions that diagnose eager appeal. So we venture forth to learn in bliss unaware.

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