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Remain In Play

as one “grows up” the hands of an environment accepted by most come at your neck gripping tight & digging those nails in, stealing your breath stealing your life stealing your ability to play--- if you swim with the stream the frustrations that come with age may present themselves in a more comfortable light because you have so much company amidst those who have decided to swim that way. remembering how to play may in fact bring you out of the death which captivates the comfortable igniting a new way to live where the little changes magnify those depths of life which can smother if you let them. just what will it take to make you enjoy life the way you want? dancing in the early morning to the rising of the sun? a swim in the coldest winter water despite all those that might frown upon it? putting that pair of pants on with the other leg first, driving a different path to work, having a different hot beverage while you slave away or maybe just not going in at all---taking a well deserved day off to break up the monotony? the ball is in your court.

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