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52 Weeks

It has been 52-weeks, today marks a new starting point for reinvention. Starting over is the norm—experience gained from the plethora of mistakes. Yet, I am none the wiser.

On this day, I find it difficult to fathom that I have spent 52 revolutions around the sun. Time is becoming a crushing weight on my shoulders. Wanderlust is an addiction; I miss the high.

Summer is ending soon; I never had the opportunity to enjoy the Spring. I am pushing to survive as we approach the Fall. So, I begin my new 52, and I don’t know where it will end. Hopefully, I can enjoy the Winter.

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