AS NIGHT BEGINS TO FALL THE SHADOWS CONTINUE TO GROW LARGER AND MORE MENACING UNTIL THEY ENCOMPASS ALL THAT WE KNOW DARKNESS IS A FOX IT OVERTAKES US BEFORE WE REALIZE THAT ANOTHER DAY HAS SLIPPED PAST ONE AFTER ANOTHER THE DAYS FALL DOMINOES TUMBLING RELENTLESSLY TO THE END TRY AS WE MIGHT, THEY CANNOT BE STOPPED EACH ONE PLUMMENTS EXACTLY AS ITS PREDECESSOR BUT WE PRESEVERE CONSTANTLY SEARCHING FOR A WAY TO END THIS MADDNESS BUT IN THIS SEARCH WE OVERLOOK A SMALL FACT IF THE DOMINOES STOP, SO DO WE AS THE LAST DAY TUMBLES UPON US WE WILL CEASE TO EXIST ANY LONGER INSTEAD OF EXPLORING FOR A WAY TO STOP THE FALL WE SHOULD LOOK TO CHANGE THE WAY IN WHICH IT FALLS AS WE LOOK UPON THE FALLEN REMAINS OF OUR LIVES WE SHOULD NOT SEE A STRAIGHT LINE INSTEAD WE SHOULD BE LOOKING UPON A COMPLEX, MESMERIZING DISPLAY OF DOMINOES, ZIG-ZAGGING IN ALL DIRECTIONS LEAVING A MYRIAD OF SHAPES IN ITS WAKE EACH ONE WITH ITS OWN STORY TO TELL OTHERWISE WE HAVE NOT LIVED WE HAVE MERELY EXISTEDBirth sign: Not entered
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