Between Retreat and Return

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Words. A palette of oil. Words are unborn actions,
a fraction of a thought. Words. Say what you will.
Paint a portrait, a palette of oil, secondary colors, a parliament recoiled,
a game reset, a clock pushed forward... there’s no time, no time in this moment. No time...
Hope for the best and fear for the worst. A tendency to see things in a
negative light. An opportunity to change, an opportunity to recognize...