fate is a beautiful angel with its arms spread wide
A beautiful flowing robe thin as air shrouding their entire body
And sometimes as fate arrives it tickles you with its gossamer wings
Other times you feel the soft touch of the robes caressing your skin
And yet others you run straight into their outstretched arm and cut off all the air at the jugular
Writhing in pain on the floo
Since its kind of a toss up
Why bother avoiding it
It'll come
It always does
Embrace it
Enjoy the ride
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Just do no harm
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