To the sound of a loose tin roof blowing in the wind, together we gather a qualm from within- "Our whole purpose of being here surely can't be to live like there's not one?" We can't afford to overlook another sunrise or to hold our breath until death holds us, waiting on a new year's day to revisit a resolution that never left the ground. Beloved, why wait? Yesterday's gone and tomorrow's working on it, but today contains with every insistent minute remaining the swift power to change you. You've made it this far. What more evidence do you need that all's not lost just somewhere you haven't looked yet?
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