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Each awakening presents a host of choices, possibilities, probabilities, and dreams. Possibilities are endless, some scary, some not. I could hop the first bus south to avoid the cold weather. I could stay in bed, play my guitar. Probabilities include riding my usual bus to my usual job, doing my usual things until quitting time. Dreams are what keep me going. They are what fill my mind so that everything else, every usual thing, seems worthwhile.
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