In a time of change we search for truth, a piece to the puzzle, the key to open an unlocked door. In a dream, it seems a mystery each passageway leads to yet another impossible choice. Must we wonder whether this journey will ever end? whether these questions will be unanswered forever? The truth, we may find... is within. we may
Reason for writing:
I am always thinking, and wonder if anyone else is too.
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