Picture this,a butterfly in the air,ant on the ground,a bird flying high in the morning sky. In an instant,a fraction of a day,things cease to amaze. The trees in the breeze,the smell of sweet summer,oh but a day ,is it not a bummer,realize this,many a wonder to explain. A mother and child,a day at the zoo,keen to their senses of help from you. Only to be next in the thread of tomorrow,sewn in from pieces of the day. Seemingly endless loop of granted posture,of handling of tough barnacles cutting the edge of existence.
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