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The Quintessential Choice

Wake up. 

No, it is not the morning or the evening, or the night time for that matter. 

Just open your eyes to the mirror. Take a step back and breathe longer. Slow down on your thoughts. 

An infinite distance lurks between where you stand and what is out there beyond the known roads, among those hills, the forests, the rivers, the winds. 

Take a wild guess, it is time. 

Find your calling.

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