the boy and the crow
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- Sometimes, fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions.
- How about we play our game?
- Okay, picture a terrible sand-storm.
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- Mhm.
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- Alright
- First, get everything out of your head.
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- Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts.
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- HUh? Why?
- Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you.
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- You’re right.
- This storm is you. Something inside of you.
- There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
- So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, close your eyes and plug up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.
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