The glories of the morning bells awaken you. Flowers of the sun embrace you throughout the day; the Moon vine’s tendrils tuck you in at night. Images compel you to search for authenticity. Nothing is impossible here. One can soar with the black birds or bathe with the Asian Carps. You can make it downpour or make the day star shimmer until her heart’s content. Either way life will persist on maturing. Seize the day.
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Seize the DayThe glories of the morning bells awaken you. Flowers of the sun embrace you throughout the day; the Moon vine’s tendrils tuck you in at night. Images compel you to search for authenticity. Nothing is impossible here. One can soar with the black birds or bathe with the Asian Carps. You can make it downpour or make the day star shimmer until her heart’s content. Either way life will persist on maturing. Seize the day.  |
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