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I arouse myself from joyful slumber and contemplate the assault on all my senses that I know will aggravate me as I anticipate the odour of freshly chopped onion that assails my nose, in contradistinction to the aroma of freshly mown grass that elevates my soul. When politicians speak their lies my nostrils twitch, in complete contrast to a metaphysical debate that enchants my essence. I consider the “gherkin” in London that degrades my sight, so divergent from the view of the Parthenon in Greece that arouses my spirit. And as I make the best of it, I grit my teeth and hold my nose and settle back to contemplate my inner peace and calm.
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
CONTEMPLATION
I arouse myself from joyful slumber and contemplate the assault on all my senses that I know will aggravate me as I anticipate the odour of freshly chopped onion that assails my nose, in contradistinction to the aroma of freshly mown grass that elevates my soul. When politicians speak their lies my nostrils twitch, in complete contrast to a metaphysical debate that enchants my essence. I consider the “gherkin” in London that degrades my sight, so divergent from the view of the Parthenon in Greece that arouses my spirit. And as I make the best of it, I grit my teeth and hold my nose and settle back to contemplate my inner peace and calm.
joseph-sinclair
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
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