CH CH CH CHANGES

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Ch Ch Ch Changes

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Some creatures, when they molt

Are just slightly larger versions of their prior life

Some creatures, when they molt

Change so dramatically that they emerge looking nothing like

The old version

There is no missing link, no Mr. Inbetween

Just one day it becomes obvious that things

Simply can not go on as they were

Change is needed, required, the only viable option

Then we need a safe cocoon of quiet and solitude

As the changes magically occur

(Because if this isn't magic, nothing is magic)

One fine day we emerge in our new form

Reborn, a new creature, a blessing to the world

With colorful wings and a new mandate of peace and good will

Towards all

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