what we do, we are

Many times, we stand on the fallow banks, transfixed before such a sullen river. Some remain fixated with a distant vision of the opposite shore; others see just the abysmal current that sequesters them slumbering by; and then there are those with imaginations drawn to a proclivity for action, who cannot help but see a bridge.

tis nothing if not heard

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