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warm chill

What part in any time of day determines whether happy/sad outcome we imagine? When future thoughts occur do we step forth lightly or with worry?

The future is not written, and though intuition gives a glimpse, it is not fear. This warm chill that rises has its own agenda. It's the other kind of faith: untrue.