Hug That Hog

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The ice beneath my feet are thinning.
Each step taking me further away from
the shore, the sure, and safety. 
A wider crack appears behind me and 
I see water emerging. There is fog 
ahead, though more appealing than 
the sun warmed beach I left I slow to 
a halt. I know not what this future 
holds, but change is good and I will 
embrace it

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