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So you really went out on a limb with this one, Na’Ama–hanging in space from ropes suggests some sort of metaphor for time (like crazy-time, LOL). But being fit and taking time for leisure is SO important! Love the poem and interpretation 🙂
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Yeah. Well, it was my nephew in that photo (though my delight during ziplining in Thailand this past summer would probably be replicated in rappelling, though I hadn’t done any, or at least not that way). Yeah about the crazy time metaphor, and the need to hold on but not so tightly that one forgets to live. 🙂
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Very wise words, my friend!
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