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One day, I will be a page that you understate, when memories have a touch, they have a meaningMy classmate Victoria told me to love myself #White people

Maybe one day, people will tell me that I am no longer the fastest man in world, but still who won eight Olympic gold medals. (也许有一天 人们告诉我 我不再是世界上跑得最快的人了 但我还会是那个拿了8块奥运金牌的人.) #博尔特 #田径 #神仙剪刀手 #内容启发分享计划

Reflections on ice We went to see the ice the broken ice Large bits floating in the water, crashing against the small waves. Sharp at first, Softened later. Water. Blue under blue skies, Grey under grey. Always in movement, always flowing. Almost always flowing, until it's frozen. It does not break, Water does not break. Until it’s frozen. It’s a beautiful sight, really, The ice. But is it not also full of sadness? Something that used to flow so effortlessly, Now stuck in movements of the past. Frozen against its will. Laying in a warmer version of itself, broken by the cold, by the weakness of what it means to be frozen. One day the sun will come out, and ice melt. We melt. We start to move again. And all our broken bits, our holes, our unevenness, melt together again. Into one moving unity. Into what we used to be, what we are, and what we will become. Even when we've experienced the cold, down to our very bones, we know that in the end, all we can do is wait for the sun, and continue flowing.

One day #你是凭实力刷到的