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There will be times that the clouds wash over the sky and look like cotton balls stretched thin and pulled apart. Times when the trees dance as if they hear music we never will. Look up and see it…you’ll miss so much if you never pull your chin from your chest, if you never stop staring at the stones your fumbling feet keep kicking.
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