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Ode to Moving On

Life’s doors open and close, database grows, time slows,

Moving on, categorizing self-identities inside cardboard boxes,

Trying to integrate the past with an unknown future;

Packing up the stories in my head, my fears, and dreams

Without the smiles, scars, laughs and pieces of my heart.

Retired teacher — wisdom of Timely Tools for Changes: self-franchise internet marketing, social media attacks, ecology https://helpfulmindstreamforchanges.com

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