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Daily Archives: January 7, 2005
Sisyphus
At each new dawning of the day, our shackles turned to dust, we rise from bed and check the door in case it’s turned to rust; and finding perhaps a loose hinge or screws worn down and stripped, we throw … Continue reading
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Tagged acceptance, accomplishment, pointlessness, Sisyphus, struggle
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