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retro-therapy:

The sky will no longer be the limits to the things we will accomplish. If there is a god, then he blesses us to move somewhere past the rainbow and everlasting stars. If there be titans and Zeuses of a Greek sense, then we don our armor of gold, and the badges of spirit and determination; our weapons will be swords forged from the hurried waters of tears past, and the reward will be a life greater than any foreseen in the midst of “Purple Haze.” The winds no longer cry Mary… instead they tell stories of creation… stories of “Change.”

-Robin Usher

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retro-therapy:

The sky will no longer be the limits to the things we will accomplish. If there is a god, then he blesses us to move somewhere past the rainbow and everlasting stars. If there be titans and Zeuses of a Greek sense, then we don our armor of gold, and the badges of spirit and determination; our weapons will be swords forged from the hurried waters of tears past, and the reward will be a life greater than any foreseen in the midst of “Purple Haze.” The winds no longer cry Mary… instead they tell stories of creation… stories of “Change.”

-Robin Usher

(via retro-therapy)

retro-therapy:

The sky will no longer be the limits to the things we will accomplish. If there is a god, then he blesses us to move somewhere past the rainbow and everlasting stars. If there be titans and Zeuses of a Greek sense, then we don our armor of gold, and the badges of spirit and determination; our weapons will be swords forged from the hurried waters of tears past, and the reward will be a life greater than any foreseen in the midst of “Purple Haze.” The winds no longer cry Mary… instead they tell stories of creation… stories of “Change.”

-Robin Usher

The sky will no longer be the limits to the things we will accomplish. If there is a god, then he blesses us to move somewhere past the rainbow and everlasting stars. If there be titans and Zeuses of a Greek sense, then we don our armor of gold, and the badges of spirit and determination; our weapons will be swords forged from the hurried waters of tears past, and the reward will be a life greater than any foreseen in the midst of “Purple Haze.” The winds no longer cry Mary… instead they tell stories of creation… stories of “Change.”

-Robin Usher