We laugh, we love, we live.
The same passion courses through our veins, the same passion that keeps us alive like no other thing in this world. Our hope gives us wings, our belief that there is always something waiting over that hill, that we will not be surpassed by our expectations, that our potential is unmarked, unmarred.
May we grow wings and fly, like the possibilities that echo through the halls of time.
May we soar.
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