One-halfway through another somewhat rough week. Bearing all things, believing all things. Still, is this what growing into maturity is all about? Not so sure I want it. Nevertheless, this is the bed I've made. No use lamenting; just need to go about the necessary work of being in-tune with my body, thoughts and feelings... watching, watching as the clouds come and go (and ultimately blow away...) (but boy, oh boy, these are some kinda clouds!!!)

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