Life is like parts scattered across the table. Disorganized and misplaced. It is our task to collect what works and let go of what doesn’t. Along the way we begin to take shape, as we course around the turns. Sometimes idle, other times racing straight ahead into an open sky. In the end, the machine gets parked. As its memory gets disassembled, striped down and handed over to the ones it moved the most.
– Josh Fleming
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