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Jul 2015
the small things in life are usually taken for granted

when it is cold outside, I would miss the heat
when the sun shines, I would then miss the rain

my eyes begin to see, little miracles at that moment
the smallest of things. they matter. (C) 2015
Cel Allarey
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