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The Cost Of Freedom

They say nothing worth having comes free. I beg to differ.

Gone Fishin’

If the fish aren’t biting, don’t leave the lake– Change your bait.

I Spy.

I spy with my little eye… something I need, yet know not why.

playthings.

For those who play well with others… as well as those who don’t, but yearn to.

fracturing

The world is shaking. Facades are breaking…

[white]

It’s been hard being the white crayon in the crayon box…