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I ran through the wood, snapping moldy twigs and low-living branches.   The wind weathered at my shoulders, carrying the cries of the rustling leaves, the mellow wailing
Keep moving. They'll push you down and they'll put up a fight. Keep moving. They'll leave you broken and beaten. Keep moving. They'll laugh at your dreams and feed your fears. Keep moving. Until you find the one. Then stay.
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