This is the present. All of what is here above this line. It is where the new begins, and the old is there to serve only as a brief reminder of what once was. Because without reflection, the present is nothingness. The past glues us to the Earth. It allows us to grow like the grass and the trees. But it is this line that we can stomp on. Pound the dirt hard with the soles of our feet. Push that past down deep where it may linger as an afterthought, but not be allowed to contaminate the ground water. It is above the line that I shall stay...
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