So many memories
blossomed in the moments that have passed this way.
And as I think of the memories,
even more are made.
The journey
into me
is still evolving
with no end in sight.
About 421,648,000 breaths taken thus far
and not one wasted.
Even the ones passed in frustration
serve a purpose.
As do I...
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