there was Smoke. then Something Changed.



He wanted to quit. The pain was great and the effort had nearly reduced him to tears. But something was changing. 

A compelling tone of encouragement reverberated from somewhere inside. Still, he wanted to quit, but couldn't...or wouldn't. Either way, can't or won't, something was changing and it was good. 

Buried deep within the recesses of the soul, darkness and light dance together. In this place we find our limits are made of smoke. Here we find fire...and something is changed.

Find your fire. 

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