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#7 Can we recognize the zenith of our circumference? What marks the end of the summer of our lives? Who's to say what season we are living? Do others know us so well that our outer facade tells all? Can we ponder without withdrawl? Can we be morose without reprimand? Can we try, without training, to suck the marrow of our lives or will our straws be confiscated? Let us not be automatically controversial, but let us not be bullied to conformity by accusations of constant antithesis. Friends are not those who rubber stamp our feeble attempts to be a puppet of their parochial views. No, we must decide to suck the marrow, and those attracted to the sound we can trust as friends. |
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