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I couldn't help but feel the winter beckon," You are dismissed." Through an eerie mist, quite convinced, I spent the evening waiting for spring. But it never came, and suddenly I was alone again.
I alight to my place on the stage and begin the demonstration. The crowds are wild to see what I will do; I begin and when it is over, I laugh and disappear like some flittering hummingbird whose fair feathers she flaunts to few and far between.
What do we all aim to be? What is a profession, and who in a profession is truly a professional? Does recognition define how great we are? Are we but at the mercy of our external selves?
Ah, sweat, the inevitable companion of athletes and fat kids in gym class alike. It stinks, but so does everything done without a little bit of it. Here's to sweat, the sign of a job well done!
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