In our lives everyone draws a circle.

Inside it are your people, the people you fight for, the ones you protect no matter what.

As you get older, your circle gets smaller & smaller.

People grow up, or they don’t; they fall by the wayside or just drift off, one day at a time.

But those who stay, through thick and thin and everything in between, they are the ones you want in the foxhole when the walls come tumbling down.

Your circle.

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