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How will you know when it's time to return to your star?

  Most days these days I wonder if I'm ready to go. It's over 100 degrees, and three tornadoes touched down just a few days ago. Our leaders are truly mentally ill, and sickening our country. My right to do what I want with my very own body is about to decided. Pandemic lingers. Active shooters are winning. But baby, in the words of the masterful Prince, BABY I'M A STAR. Might not know it now. I don't want to stop, til I reach the top. Take a picture sweetie, I ain't got time to waste. I still have places to see, things to create, bites to eat, friends to make, ideas to share. Miles to go until I sleep. Meanwhile, I just look up and see my star in the universe. It can wait.

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