My house smells of winter, on the inside. That cool mountain smell of cold and dying leaves. Normally I notice it when I walk outside in the morning, but tonight the stench of plan decay has crept its way in through the cracks in the floorboards.
We are all dying, slowly racing into the unknown. If you were told you were going to die in a week would you do something outrageous? Would you confess your love to someone or jump out of a plane? Would you sell your material belongings and go see the world? Well if the first statement is true and we are all dying, then what is stopping you from doing these things? Why not get the most out of your life before it is too late.
A stroke of Genius
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