Time

This might be the perfect time. Twenny fourtooters and all. I'm confused. I'm drained. I'm over thinking. Nothing guarantees anything. Much more, all we need is to take some risk.

And the chance to make it happen.

I'm singing this by heart...and yes, soul too!





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