Inspiration. Ignition.
Something that kick starts.
Speechless like the wind,
And can not be surpassed.
No hinting traces left behind.
All the gone chances,
Now wither in the hind.
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“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, To put to rout all that was not life and not when I had come to die Discover that I had not lived.”
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