I turned ten years old the day my father wrote that in one of his journals, he was 44 years old, the age I am today. I received a 10-speed bike that day, now rusting in some landfill.
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... A sense of peace and a quality elicit of time spent in nature meditation. That place you must go alone where the wind, the sea air, the pebbles underfoot, the pine branches at the beach edge all grow their roots through your soul tugging at the primordial soup that we all still have deep inside.
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