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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
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
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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
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
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