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we melt into this world as we grow.. the strange everyday occurances surpassing any amusment yet we seldom notice their truely profound existance... |
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| a bit of dead grass frosts a hot spring day... |
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a single ant takes a paraless journey across a larger than life picnic blanket |
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twins for breakfast.. |
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it is the little things that melt into the backdrop of life... i chalange you to take a day out of your life and reserve your thoughts for everything unnoticed.. you may find your day a little more full than usuall |
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and triplets for lunch... |
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| reality is a chamber in your heart.. it is the beat, the breath of life.. reality is the blinking eyes of 3 day old baby.. the wrinkled hands of an old careful woman.. reality is a mirror to the soul.. a gentle handshake, a stern froun.. it wakes you from your fears and insistantly wakes you up to new ones.. it is the begining... and the end |
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