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November 30, 2012
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Day 77: Sun

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Colors run deep as they seep into every corner of us, this moment is too enough and more than much. A soft touch of one ray and then another, this opens eyes and changes fears to moments of highs. Stains of tears dried on from laughs and cries come to life, and this time – they will fall right. Out of the realm of the mind and back to the daily grind of life in this world of sunshine.

Long awaiting the rise of a new sun with dreams that fly and fears long gone. Wrong to ever think this moment wouldn’t come, from lust to love to loss to now, this has only just begun. Life starts and never stops until you believe its done.

Run to the edge and jump off into this blaze because when you fly, then you’ve won. One risk can change it all and when you live for the fall you fly higher into this sun.

Lines cross and rhyme together from time to time to teach us how to prepare for the future and learn from what’s behind. Rewind only to remind yourself of what got you here in this sunshine and use the past to steer you past the fears.

This day has brought rays that shine and skies so bright that darkness is only found in memories. Northeast winds bring in the scent of the season, the reason to breath-in never seemed so right.

Fight to free yourself and grow the tree that made us be who we are. Stars have never shined as bright as eyes shine now. This is the moment, this is the hour that we begin to live for us, this is the moment to live proud. One soul flying on one line, to be under one tree singing one song – “let it shine, let it shine, let it shine”.

Remember the good times,
Julian

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  • Aitch (Howard)
    December 23, 2012 5:12 pm

    “…too enough and more than much.” – Juian Toha. Amazing, that is very Lewis Carol-esque one of my favorite storytellers. I’m honored you shared.

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