Brave men, mapping out a destination, me, backpedalling, smiling, smug, asking - well, son, where are you headed?
I've come to realize that possibilities are, it's not even endless. I see space and time, so grandiose, overwhelming.
We are transitioning, darling, and you're just falling behind. Are you in now?
When will it let her go then?
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