Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Waiting
til the
harvest.

Sewing
seeds of
anticipation.

Waiting
for ripeness
not ruin.

Reaping
a bounty of
expectations.

Waiting
til the
storm.

Preparing
to be
born.

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