There is something sweet about beginning again, like a mysterious birth whose purpose is to reveal. The way things emerge in the beginning, ideas come into being, as if they have always been there, how they leap from your soul too and become their own is the reason why I would always begin again. Always go back to beginnings, to things that nourish, those that make us grow, things we delight in, like cool flowing water, or the light within, maybe even fresh air, or simply breathing, or dreaming again, all things coming together on their own, like new dancing, new music, this feeling, that knows the source of our smile, the reasons we begin again…

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