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Mar 2017
Today is but a day, for yesterday was a day, as tomorrow is another day, so what for today?
Today is now, in the moment.
Today is in real time, no wondering, and no remembering.
It is happening as you read this.
So today is not life, nor death, but it is everything you think it can be, or it is but just another day, we call today.
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