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Let the journey begin
You know it comes to a time when you realise that all the people around you have changed. Like the friendships that turn to acquaintances. All the friends that you lost that you thought you've made. I'm just sitting there in silence waiting for things that I can't change. I remember looking out at the garden, making notes as the leaves start to fall. There's something about this. The bull rushes shake and the wind doth call. It's calling my name.

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