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Across the River
Let us cross over the river, and rest under the shade of the trees.
Let us take joy in the fruits we have grown,
and sleep underneath the sun’s light.
Through filtered shade and mossy green,
let the old men rest till twilight gloom.
When the firefly’s began to burn and
they dance in flight.
We shall still lay down in the peaceful night,
allow our hearts to rest.
For my soul weeps still for those who lay awake at night, still dead.
Let no more thoughts ponder or alarm, allow
no broken hearts in this land.
For we all lay down now peacefully at rest.
Our time has been spent, our duties done.
The harvest has been reaped, and our deeds yet still echo in eternity.
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Natural Love and Contentment
She captured something I never imagined I had before.
Not my heart because it leaves too fast.
Not my mind because it thinks too much but no.
She captured a piece, a fragment, a part of my soul.
Not out of torment or choice or whim,
yet it seems to be by mere accident.
For something like this to occur
in such a broken place, it's hard to imagine.
For it was not self-made or manufactured by mere hands alone.
It seem to me that it grew, if not naturally yet haphazardly.
For it started off small, inconsistent and fragile.
Something I knew not to touch or reap or poke.
I wonder at it curiously.
I dare not experiment.
I merely left it alone.
This seed somehow still, bloomed inside my soul.
For she was not something built.
Manufactured nor simply made.
She grew naturally like a tree.
Nature not nurture or mechanically put out for pure praise.
She came from windswept plains.
She survived the volcanic ash.
She was carried by the waves.
She yet still grew in God's grace in her own free way.
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Rose
In the beginning, there was a rose.
A rose of undeniable color and glow.
A rose that was so beautiful that even a crow
can appreciate its grace through its insightful gaze.
Crimson red yet with thorny touch.
Be careful as such a flower demands
reverence and undeniable consideration.
Dignity that esteems yet flourishes humbly.
Love is given alongside such bloom.
Petals however fall from lustful doom.
Thorns pierce the brusque hand.
Fear not lest you built your relation on a foundation of sand.
For love is like a Rose of Sharon.
Splendid and beautiful
From common crop and bountiful fields
To a single seed of arcane delight.
So this I give to you.
A rose of words and poetic ecstasy.
Lean not towards doubt and self-suffocation.
But see the truth and know your worth.
For you are so much more than just a bronze penny,
I dare say much more than a crowning jewel.
You are worth a thousand roses plus a thousand times a thousand more.
Remember this story between a rose and a crow.
Let not gentle
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A lone veteran at his post
I came to the place,
like every year I go.
A reunion of sorts,
between comrades of old.
To meet and see,
each other once more.
From a war long ago.
The sacrifices we made,
the friends we lost,
never seem to fade,
they never seem to be gone.
Until this faithful day as I wait.
To see Michael's face again.
my brother Devin's yawn in thought.
To witness Riley's crude jokes the 48th time.
As I wait, no one comes by.
15, 30, a whole hour pass.
I wait in silence, solitude,
a whole hour of contemplation.
Pass the time we were suppose to rally,
to meet and celebrate the years that gone by in peace,
prosperity and the enjoyment of life we had and held dearly.
I wanted to hear how Bjorn's wife is doing,
are all the grandkids fine?
Captain Jack's famous brandy stories and his tales of famous wines.
To see my old friends once again and discuss our countries current affairs,
and the new generation of soldiers that now bear the weight of our history.
To perhaps witness a peace we never got to see.
As
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The Punisher
Vengeance, Punishment.
An eye for an eye may make the whole world blind.
But not I.
I am not blind, I am not undiscerning.
If anything I am precise.
Through a scope and a reticule.
I see everything I need to see.
A target, a sinner, a human being.
Dark, sinister, mean and ugly things we must be.
Especially in the eyes of Angels and Demons.
There is no justice in the world, there is but death.
They took everything,
my wife,
my kids,
my life.
Now I will take theirs.
As long as there is night.
As long as evil hold on tight.
I exist solely for their demise.
Does the end justify the means?
Who are we to say anything.
What reason why,
how else we allow such pain.
Yesterday we laugh.
Tonight we cried.
Tomorrow we all die.
There is no Justice, there is but Me.
I exist solely now for their retribution.
There will be no peace.
For evil men and evil deeds will always exist.
and so shall be me, retaliation if not Punishment.
For I am dead.
The rapists, the criminals,
the psychos and sadists.
They
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I am who I am
I am who I am, said the Lord Almighty.
He is the Creator.
He is the Judge.
He is the Father.
He is the Purifier.
He is the Redeemer.
He is the Lord.
El Shaddai, El Olam, Adonai, Elohim, Yahweh, Jehovah, Abba.
Names of a personal God. Names of a Father who is in Heaven yet his Son came and died for us and his Spirit lives inside each and every single heart. I am here as well! Shaped, crafted, burned and purified in His name alone. In my mother's womb he has knitted me together, gene by gene, strand by strand, to be unique. He created me, He created you, He created us to be.
Somedays I feel insignificant, somedays I feel lost, somedays I feel death.
Yet I know what He wants of me. He threw trials, challenges, obstacles and impossible tasks in front of me and I know I failed a few, gave up on some and downright refused Him.
He continuously still pursued me. A Hound of Heaven, continuously following me, assisting me, carrying me, knocking at my door and refusing to abandon me.
He who is my
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Simply Death
Simply Death isn't so daunting to me.
If anything I'd love to meet thee.
Oh the stories it could tell.
All the people it met and all the things it has seen.
To put it simply,
I don't fear death.
If anything I find it comforting.
To rest in infinity sounds rather peaceful to me.
Cold?
Maybe, I wouldn't know.
Painful?
It's a possibility.
The truth however can be so much more.
Death it seems, to be a door or a guide.
An entity in which leads us to the other side.
What's the other side?
Oh to cross the bridge.
The desert, the plain.
To truly see the universe in a blink of an eye.
To contemplate one's own purpose in life.
To meet Death at the end.
Maybe it will give me wise words indeed.
To let me know if my seeds has grown or if I rippled the eternal sky.
An old friend, definitely.
What a friend indeed, to accompany me.
Death has no sting,
as he requires no sacrifice or takes what is not owed.
Everything has a time, everything must go.
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Love: a simple definition
I fell in love before.
I fell in love plenty of times from the most simple of days,
to a lovely pair of eyes and even for someones legs.
To fall for something or someone doesn't take decades or minutes.
To fall is but just a second, a measure of time that is only of human design.
Truly such moments are infinite in the scope of Heavenly composition.
She did have rather nice smooth tan skin,
upon which no doubt many men have been brought down by such an outline.
Love on a mortal scale,
is a trickle concept to be imagined in the minds of mortal men.
Love in which is incomprehensible to the conscious and even to the dreams of humanity,
is the love I find in Him.
His love is so compellingly rich and gracefully authoritative in which,
I a grave sinner of depraved indecency and graceless iniquitous disobedience,
is humbled by the act of true sacrifice and fulfilling promise of freedom and inclusion
of his divinity and graceful fulfillment and contentment.
When I gaze on lightning and hear the
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Hey, hey Captain Jack
Hey, hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad track
Put a rifle in my hand
I'm gonna be a shootin' man
A shootin' man
The best I can
For Uncle Sam
Hey, hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad track
Put a knife in my hand
I'm gonna be a cuttin' man
A cuttin' man
A shootin' man
The best I can
For Uncle Sam
Hey, hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad track
Put a grenade in my hand
I'm gonna be a killin' man
A killin' man
A cuttin' man
A shootin' man
The best I can
For Uncle Sam
Hey, hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad track
Put a bottle in my hand
I'm gonna be a drinkin' man
A drinkin' man
A killin' man
A cuttin' man
A shootin' man
The best I can
For Uncle Sam
Hey, hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad track
Put a Bible in my hand
I'm gonna be a holy man
A holy man
A drinkin' man
A killin' man
A cuttin' man
A shootin' man
The best I can
For Uncle Sam
Hey, hey Captain Jack
Meet me down by the railroad track
Put a coffin in my hand
I'm gonna be a grieving
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Sengoku Era: Oda Nobunaga
Even along the broken road,
full of mangled corpses and broken swords,
crows would laugh like old crones to be sure.
In this age of warfare and famine.
Seems nearly like if all four horsemen,
has gathered to began decimation.
However naught in these past centuries.
I will ensure peace amongst all these,
turbulent resentful populace in which we call parochial.
We must have accord and unity once more.
Even if I must spill the blood of a thousand more.
For even peace comes at a price, dripping slow.
However let this not come to pass and let us all gather,
and began reforms and restore Japan's unity like long ago.
I'm tired of war and suffering and witnessing the burnings of homes.
Let us follow in peace and economic prosperity with the world,
for if we open to new ideas and allow progress to fully show.
We can become like a flower in bloom.
Our wealth will progress and our children shall carry our boons.
No more classes or division for we all are created with the same
divinity. Reformatio
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Humility
Strength,
boundless and unwavering.
Only known by the few and the proud.
Ripping through challenges.
Striking down provocation.
Daring to surpass in defiance.
However in strength,
through prideful arrogance,
we eventually tumble and fall.
Even a lion can decline and degrade into depraved inequity.
An eagle may soar through the heavens,
but will never reach the stars.
As a man will climb peaks,
however must gravitate to the depression in the earth.
Then does an individual discover humility.
Humility pierces the soul's cloak,
and reveals the essence of thy providence.
In humility do we find truth.
Truth in which encompasses all beings.
Even He who surpasses all matters and proceedings,
declares a certain honesty and alacrity for the lives
that we hold so dearly.
In strength, holds arrogance.
In weakness, holds humility.
In arrogance we do harm unto others.
In humility He holds Salvation for the whole.
Grace so faithfully given,
to those who would wield it so insolently.
Thankless and una
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O' Fly, great Dragon rider
Whether a dragon’s fire,
Or your soul flames.
Lights up the world
In passionate fiery blaze.
He created a world
Full of danger and sorrowful pain.
However he also created you,
To be a light with your flames.
For if you follow your hearts delight
And God’s planned destiny,
You will soar higher
And maybe even reach serenity.
For it is beautiful and divine
To live a life not by existing
But fully, fiery and exciting
Flying virtuously in the sun’s light.
So mount your own dragon,
And light up the world
With your fiery dreams.
For even the Lord
Delights in impossibilities
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I am a king
I am a king,
But that does not make me wise.
I am a king,
But that does not make me strong.
I am a king,
But that does not make me great.
I am a king,
Yet I do not command the waves nor wind.
I am a king,
Yet I cannot prophesize nor predict the incoming storms.
I am a man,
Under God’s guidance and grace,
I am humbled by my own mistakes.
By God’s virtue,
I understand my own limitations and imperfections.
By God’s glory however,
I command legions and his people.
By God’s power,
I bring fire and judgment onto his enemies.
By God’s mercy,
I forgive those who crossed me.
I am a king,
Not for glory or power or any gain for me.
I am a king,
Who only seeks the glory and the heart of the one true King.
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View from an upside window.
Happiness is seldom felt currently.
Until the source is gone from reality.
We then realize our mistakes made.
As everything fades.
The King does not send his Knight into darkness alone.
He created me with integrity but honor rarely seen.
My loyal friends do not condone.
His judgment is yet to be deemed.
Pain comes and goes however.
I remember some memories specifically.
Echoes of the past.
Ghosts haunt my dreams.
I must remain faithful.
Loyal to the Word.
Keeper of the Light.
I am his brush.
His Sword.
But just a stroke.
To take and give.
How red, is my soul?
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A Normal man's ramble
Some men want to die.
Oh how they're tire of watching.
Watching the world burn.
Burning, gasping, struggling.
For naught but some entity gain?
Entertainment or experimentation?
Do we even struggle with our own cosmic destiny?
What's the point if the ending is forever the same?
For the initial belief of burning rage or everlasting fame.
For naught but darkness that ceases everything unto eternity.
But my world, so fragile, so small, finite yet infinite as sand crystals upon the shore.
With a tap of my finger unto another soul, will I do harm or strike upon gold?
To be damaged or watch damage goods walk past on by.
Some men just to die. As the world burns all around. Well I.
I just want to burn the world.
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your very existence does not make you transphobic.
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Let us cross over the river, and rest under the shade of the trees.
Let us take joy in the fruits we have grown,
and sleep underneath the sun’s light.
Through filtered shade and mossy green,
let the old men rest till twilight gloom.
When the firefly’s began to burn and
they dance in flight.
We shall still lay down in the peaceful night,
allow our hearts to rest.
For my soul weeps still for those who lay awake at night, still dead.
Let no more thoughts ponder or alarm, allow
no broken hearts in this land.
For we all lay down now peacefully at rest.
Our time has been spent, our duties done.
The harvest has been reaped, and our deeds yet still echo in eternity.
Across the River
With the last words of Stonewall Jackson; "Let us cross the river, and rest under the shade of the trees." 
Inspired me to write this about old restful men. Tired old souls can be, rest is simply what we seek. To find contentment in the most peaceful of places. I cannot imagine such a place until after death. 
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She captured something I never imagined I had before.
Not my heart because it leaves too fast.
Not my mind because it thinks too much but no.
She captured a piece, a fragment, a part of my soul.

Not out of torment or choice or whim,
yet it seems to be by mere accident.
For something like this to occur
in such a broken place, it's hard to imagine.

For it was not self-made or manufactured by mere hands alone.
It seem to me that it grew, if not naturally yet haphazardly.
For it started off small, inconsistent and fragile.
Something I knew not to touch or reap or poke.

I wonder at it curiously.
I dare not experiment.
I merely left it alone.
This seed somehow still, bloomed inside my soul.

For she was not something built.
Manufactured nor simply made.
She grew naturally like a tree.
Nature not nurture or mechanically put out for pure praise.

She came from windswept plains.
She survived the volcanic ash.
She was carried by the waves.
She yet still grew in God's grace in her own free way.

Liberating personality.
Different and unique.
No doubt an individual that the Lord did not make,
but planted, watered, groomed and allowed her to bloom for her own sake.

Of course there was the shearing.
The rains may come too much or the sun dried her petals still,
the Lord allowed nature to take it's course.
Even if nature at times were too much for her.

She still survived,
damaged yet alive.
A broken part of her entered my already damaged soul.
I knew in a moment, that we who were once separate are now intertwined, whole once more.

Whether this is destiny or free will.
Who am I to question not just feeling but pure grace.
This admiration, enjoyment and need to know her more.
To discover, seek, find and explore.

Not her body, appearance or anything in that order.
But her mind, personality, love and the most simplest of joys.
I want to know her depths, her secrets, turmoils and her deepest of pains.
All things in which we need to enjoy, cherish, appreciate and live in this life that we call our own.

Let this be known;
No matter the rough past, current present or what the blind future may hold.
I may not let this one go.
If anything this feeling is rooted deep within my soul.
Natural Love and Contentment
I'm a quick man. I make my decisions decisively if not rushingly. I care too fast and hate too strongly. However I recognize love should not be rushed, should not be pressured and definitely not be hasty. I have many regrets and bridges has been burned. 
However this is still something I believe should be cherished if not sought still. For without care, without hope, without love we are yet just blind oblivion. Even Oblivion ends someday. Love however, will never. 
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In the beginning, there was a rose.
A rose of undeniable color and glow.
A rose that was so beautiful that even a crow
can appreciate its grace through its insightful gaze.

Crimson red yet with thorny touch.
Be careful as such a flower demands
reverence and undeniable consideration.
Dignity that esteems yet flourishes humbly.

Love is given alongside such bloom.
Petals however fall from lustful doom.
Thorns pierce the brusque hand.
Fear not lest you built your relation on a foundation of sand.

For love is like a Rose of Sharon.
Splendid and beautiful
From common crop and bountiful fields
To a single seed of arcane delight.

So this I give to you.
A rose of words and poetic ecstasy.
Lean not towards doubt and self-suffocation.
But see the truth and know your worth.
For you are so much more than just a bronze penny,
I dare say much more than a crowning jewel.

You are worth a thousand roses plus a thousand times a thousand more.
Remember this story between a rose and a crow.
Let not gentle wind of change shape your course.
Nor allow any figure or foe prune your thorns.

May the Lord on high bless your days.
May the Lord on high give you continuing grace.
May the Lord on high set your eyes on his face.
Last of all, my Lord, may you keep this rose with you always.
I came to the place,
like every year I go.
A reunion of sorts,
between comrades of old.

To meet and see,
each other once more.
From a war long ago.
The sacrifices we made,
the friends we lost,
never seem to fade,
they never seem to be gone.

Until this faithful day as I wait.
To see Michael's face again.
my brother Devin's yawn in thought.
To witness Riley's crude jokes the 48th time.
As I wait, no one comes by.

15, 30, a whole hour pass.
I wait in silence, solitude,
a whole hour of contemplation.
Pass the time we were suppose to rally,
to meet and celebrate the years that gone by in peace,
prosperity and the enjoyment of life we had and held dearly.

I wanted to hear how Bjorn's wife is doing,
are all the grandkids fine?
Captain Jack's famous brandy stories and his tales of famous wines.
To see my old friends once again and discuss our countries current affairs,
and the new generation of soldiers that now bear the weight of our history.
To perhaps witness a peace we never got to see.

As I wait a slow dawn came across my face.
The realization as recent years pass,
the numbers have dwindled and men have passed away.
Last year alone only 6 of us came.

I sat there for hours more.
Letting the revelation sit in.
That now, through these years,
of battling depression, trauma, and disorders.
This time around it all seems to go away.
Seeing my friends, brothers, comrades and companions.
Gave me a peace that home never seems to bring.

I started to cry,
tears were falling from my eyes.
I wept even more,
as loneliness crept upon my old tired cold bones.

My brothers!
I cried.
My friends, loves, countrymen!
Peace be with you evermore cause peace seemed to forsaken me!
As I was the last of the 501st it seems.
Where are my friends if not forever within me and my memories?
Fought we did, blood was lost, never again will we see each other.
Rico who was killed on the beaches soaked with red.
Daniel sacrificed himself in the woods of the Ardennes.
Even little King fought till none of his ammo was left,
and a blade was all that was remained
in the far off mountains of Germany.

Now it all seems that everyone is reunited except me.
I let the tears run dry, the memories seem to fade.
I sit alone in the frigid cold damp rain.
Hoping that I'll even eventually fade away.

The hands I fought with, the men I slain.
The sacrifices I witnessed, the brothers I sworn to miss.
Brothers, dear friends. Their glorious honorable light.
I am left behind.

Where we not to leave a man behind?
Were we not sworn to serve and never accept defeat?!
Why oh why am I here then to witness such creeping desolation!
Where are my friends, my men, my comrades to be never again?!

I'm shivering now, shaking still, violent acts of quivering.
The cold seems to have taken a hold on my tired old bones.
Dawn early light appear to me, the night has run it's course.
I feel the warmth on my face, however can't enter my soul.

Frigid cold came across my limbs, seemingly by it's own accord.
The shaking has stopped, the sun seems to be brighter than ever before.
I hear a voice whispered to me quietly "It's time to go home".
I closed my eyes and listen to laughter close followed by-
"Stan is that you? Come! We have to go soon,
we finally have that promised drink again, from Hell to Heaven, am I right?"

I simply smiled sadly, eyes closed, I let everything go.
I'm sorry my dear wife, it seems there's another war to wage.
I'm sorry my son, it seems I must be deployed again.
To meet an old friend and hold a reunion.
A lone veteran at his post
I saw a picture of a Russian veteran named  Belarusian Konstantin Pronin, in which when he went to the 2011 victory day parade where his other comrades meet, none were found and he was left alone. Inspired me to write this piece. Not saying this would be a right reaction but I think an emotional one. Also our own American Veteran's day is coming up here soon on the 11th of Nov. Let us remember those who are still here and let's care for those that remain. Not in pity or respect but love that they deserve and the praise they need. In twenty years or so none shall remain from the bloodiest conflict the world has ever seen. Keep in mind, the price they paid and the peace we hold dearly. For Freedom isn't free. 
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Vengeance, Punishment.
An eye for an eye may make the whole world blind.
But not I.
I am not blind, I am not undiscerning.
If anything I am precise.

Through a scope and a reticule.
I see everything I need to see.
A target, a sinner, a human being.
Dark, sinister, mean and ugly things we must be.
Especially in the eyes of Angels and Demons.

There is no justice in the world, there is but death.
They took everything,
my wife,
my kids,
my life.
Now I will take theirs.

As long as there is night.
As long as evil hold on tight.
I exist solely for their demise.
Does the end justify the means?
Who are we to say anything.

What reason why,
how else we allow such pain.
Yesterday we laugh.
Tonight we cried.
Tomorrow we all die.

There is no Justice, there is but Me.
I exist solely now for their retribution.
There will be no peace.
For evil men and evil deeds will always exist.
and so shall be me, retaliation if not Punishment.

For I am dead.
The rapists, the criminals,
the psychos and sadists.
They shall come to know me well.
For I am the Punisher.
The Punisher
I am so excited for the new Marvel Punisher series on Netflix!!! Jon Bernthal is going to do amazing and I loved his role in Daredevil. I tried to match his attitude with this piece however I don't even know if I did him justice. 
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    Well it's been a while since I posted a journal of anything. I am now twenty years old, and life certainly held twists for me. I'm now a reborn Christian, my faith has been tested, checked and whipped to a certain degree. beforehand, before the Army and my injuries I didn't know the Lord nor his hopes for me. 
    I got injured during training, 11B, I have stress fractures in my knees and it's even difficult for me to walk up stairs without feeling some form of pain or discomfort. I've been writing a lot more, of my stresses and struggles and views of life and death. To be determined that I wish for something more, to serve in a way more capable because I refuse to believe that the Lord took me out just for me to do nothing. Yet again who am I to question the Lord's sovereignty. It takes a Godly mind to comprehend such an infinite scope of time and so like most I'm left confused and wondering however I must remain in faith of the Lord's work for me. 
    I still miss it sometimes. Though I'm currently at Indiana Wesleyan University going for a major in International Relations. I hope to serve more than just a peacekeeper and more of a peace maker. To still serve on military matters and affairs however not on the ground but in administrative positions and seats of power. To make a christian difference in a indifferent world. 
    My heart's been broken, my hope shattered and my resolved bent yet when I heard the Lord spoke to me on the forgiveness of my sins I heard "I've had already forgiven you, you must forgive yourself." and I knew I must move forward and keep trucking onward or else all I know would be darkness and wallowing in self-pity. 
    I miss the hold of a caring women or the kiss of a lover's lips yet here I stand unspoken for and unwilling to kneel to another's hand. I recognize that the time isn't right and the moment has passed by. Love for a partner is not to be found here or anywhere near and I feel as the Lord once said to Caleb, to "wait and see". 
    So that is me and my life and I hope yours have gone better. I hope you all will find your own happiness and pleasures and fulfill that ambitious dream of yours that makes even the most petite individual shine the brightest of lights. Please have a good restful night. 

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