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Nights full of blurs and uncoordinated stumbles and fumbles.
Pretty good times if you ask me.
When beauty from within makes its way outside.
From either a wonderful diet or a beautiful soul.
Calloused hands rubbed raw for love
The butterflies in your stomach while you're waiting for the race to start
A coxswain screaming orders
Rowing
A renewal
The feeling of a new chance and a new start
A starting point for something beautiful.
Something different