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It’s a habit to father, the need to teach that seems to follow me around all week. I love to discover new ways home while I walk from the park, or relating to a line I read from your book. To see an interesting point under charismatic light, but to remain ignorant to the world set before my eyes. I dig out opinions, and keep the ones I choose, recognizing the others in the dirt and continue through. I love to listen to the questions that project from you, and pretend to know the answer that you assume I knew. This is factual, based on opinions from who? Streaming consciousness from my finger tip to help educate you. Although I am locked in adolescences still learning to strew, my own ways home from long nights aloof.