The alter of ourself

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Mostly we experience ourselves. I open a window, look out I turn the page, glance back in.

Our thoughts become ideas, Ideas create actions Our actions compose our life.

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Just returned from a bit of travel. Nothing rejuvenates, sharpens, and brings me alive like a journey. It can be one I travel in my mind, a near, but unfrequented spot, or somewhere further; anywhere out of the usual. I am altered, I am anew.