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Greatful for all the moments I have yet to live

I look up. Heavy textured clouds seem to blend in with the ash colored neighbourhood, wrapping the trees with a pleasent stillness. It's warm and I feel immersed into the balmy weather. Midday... April, maybe May.  I look at all the people who pass me by, holding sacks with groceries, stridently moving and chattering. I… Continue reading Greatful for all the moments I have yet to live