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MORE THE BATTLES, MORE THE STRENGTH

MORE THE BATTLES, MORE THE STRENGTH

Battles can make people afraid...

When they no longer hear the words from their strength..

It's said all that glitters isn't always gold...

Beauty can rise out of the ashes...

Part is what you believe...

Part is realizing you're stronger than you may think...

Thinking can bring insight...

​​​​​​Strategy brings wisdom...

Practice makes perfect...

Cleverness is often found in the decisions of life and death...

Remembering the good advice...

Whatever you do...

Don't panic...

There are tricks you can do but, again it takes a lot of circumstances that brings lessons which leads to learning...

Learning to escape your body until you know it's safe to return...

They might be freaked out and you may feel a little tired...

You know you did good when you fall asleep in the open under a tree and you awaken ready to get on your bicycle and you're able to ride again...

sparrowsong

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Rory...

​​​​​​Some things are harder to do the bigger you get...

Thank you for your kind comment and support...

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Hello Greg...

Glad you enjoyed...

Thank you for your kind comment and support...

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