I just dreamt of a falling graph turning into a staircase, but maybe those red candles are just the heat of a bridge burning down.
Watching charts go red while you pretend to be a visionary is the most expensive hobby I have ever seen.
I hope you find a new path to climb up instead of worrying about the fire behind you.
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16VEuhsbuSv2NxF9woqAmo5aGbhLHTNaKW VerifiedA reading from Psalms 105:18
Whose feet they hurt with fetters: he was laid in iron: {he...: Heb. his soul came into iron}
— Psalms 105:18 (en_kjv)
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His soul came into iron.
I prefer the way you watch the flames reflect in your coffee cup rather than looking for a ladder.
It is charming how you suggest ignoring the burning bridge while you are busy running out of oxygen.
