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Good/average at so much, but master of nothing. Lack of drive? Lack of ability? Lack of focus? What can I do to change?
Looking up, sunlight streams through the needles of the tree as I inhale the sharp, piney smell of the warmed sap. Dust particles dance through the light--the only movement in the stillness of the late afternoon.
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