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"Welcome back..."

"Good to be here. Ready for another adventure?"

"Hit us with your best shot, baby."

It was time. I can only contain the passion in my fingertips for so long. There are things about yourself, pieces of your soul that it is impossible to kill, no matter how long or how hard you try. I think God was a mastermind when He designed us this way.

I feel like I've aged seventy years since I was here last, and I feel like the world is so much larger and so much smaller all at once. I feel seasoned, like my soul is well-worn. It seems to me that life is a lot more rugged on some people than others.

How ironic that this should begin all over again in the last place I thought it would - "Home", if you'd like to phrase it that way. Oh, who knows. Maybe I'm just trying to make something out of nothing. Maybe all of those mountains I've climbed were really just molehills (is there such a thing?).

"Cut yourself some slack, kid. This life ain't long enough to drag it around."