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That title that we all look for. The one that places us on the podium, that sets us apart from our peers. How we spend our lives looking for it, never realizing that merely showing up, being, living already makes us distinguished.
I love my torch as it sits there on the kitchen shelf, waiting to be used. Waiting for the lights to go out, waiting to feature in my life. To show me the way. To dispel the monsters. To bring me light again. Click and it's alright.
Box, communication center. A reach to the outside world. Voting place. A place to change the world, by way of a personal opinion. Small space, big possibilities.
Those annoying things that lie around on my desk, that fulfill no real purpose, until you need to clip things together. Then they hide, mysteriously and are annoyingly unavailable. How I love and hate paperclips.
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