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life in the slow lane |
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She resigned from the rat race |
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Life in slow motion |
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And took on a snail’s pace |
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An unusual notion |
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She noticed the smallness |
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The beauty that rests |
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In wholehearted beauty |
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Of one moment guests |
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Being here truly |
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Being here now |
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Studying duly |
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Still learning how |
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Stillness was new to her |
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Slowness so strange |
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Quietness flew to her |
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Tranquility reigned |
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Time to let go of it |
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Time to just be |
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Learning to think & sit |
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Learning to see |
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Watching her steps each one |
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Taking great care |
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And when each day is done |
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Simply be there |
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Loving the little things |
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Seeing them pass |
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Stars in the night sky |
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Dew on the grass |
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How she had missed them |
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In a life all too fast |
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Now stopped to know them |
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And see them at last |
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And though she is so in pain |
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One thing it’s taught her |
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How to be young again |
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And how beauty sought her |
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She’s melting into a time |
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Like honey that’s cold |
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Which moves ever slower |
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Although she’s not old |
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She’s striving for nothing |
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A low flyer she |
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She’s learning in solitude |
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A new way to be |
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kit murdoch |
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return to mona's journey |
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go to mona's favorites |
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