We live on the level, on the level, but - thus - we try. Groundlings, we can now and then reach similar to the divine beings. Some take off with craftsmanship, others with religion; most with affection. In any case, when we take off, we can likewise crash. There are couple of delicate arrivals. We may wind up ricocheting over the ground with leg-fracting power, dragged towards some remote railroad line. Each romantic tale is a potential despondency story. If not at to begin with, at that point later. Notwithstanding one, at that point for the other. In some cases, for both.
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