Well here we are on our fresh new journey. We are at the bus stop waiting to get on. Where does it all start, the wasteland of the vacant lot seems barren, but we are optimistic.
The warm breeze of creativity lifts the discarded ideas of before and at the same time releases a seed from the pod of originality.
It is in the air, just a feeble notion, but it is pure and without destination.
Death may be its eventual home, but for now it drifts past convention, with no hope it relies on its genetic path for survival.
Our dream is on this path, and one day the ideas will be grown, so watch out for weeds that turn into beautiful gardens.
A brand new adventure. The seed is sewn. We don't want to know where it is going, but we are confident that it will bear fruit.
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