Something is brewing in the air, can you feel it? A change is coming... Its like an approaching train, seeming so slow, its horn is blowing, smoke is flowing, and yet it seems like it is barely moving... Finally it gets to you, passes you by. The breeze that it stirs up almost pushes you over because it is going with such strength behind it. The wind swishes your hair all over. The train is going at great speeds, and once it starts, it cannot be stopped. Who will I become when I ride this train? The light is nearing, and I am changing. I can feel it. I still have many things to admit, many faults to accept. Its scarey. But its progress. It's the train of progress. Want a lift?

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