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Today

one day the wind will blow and the dust that once was me will fly, I strive to live each day with purpose and love as much as I can until I die, We each have different goals and objectives, We each have a different understanding of how to reach those goals, We will each suffer set backs, crisis and failures, We will climb a mountain or two and possibly reach the bottom of some holes, Today is not the day wind blows the dust of me away, This is the time to plan, the time to be, the time to do, This is all there ever was, this is today.

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