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Beautiful.

There are very few things that are beautiful -and remain so. The way the leaves change into beautiful neutrals at it's time of death, the way the sun rises and sets with a beauty so awe-striking, yet remains soundless and subtle. The way birds continue to sing a sweet song, though no one could understand them. The way  the same eighty-six piano keys can create a combination of different melodies that can make someone either cry or laugh in joy. The way the rain can wash away all the troubles of yesterday, how despite setting, the sun will always rise again. How someone so average, can be the world to someone; can age and break apart, and still be the most beautiful creation to someone who was once a stranger. (NJ2014) All Rights Reserved.
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nicolejoanne
28 / F
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Oct 5, 2014
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