Life is a series just a series of storms separated but related by sunny days. With the occasional glimpse from the top of a mountain that puts it all in perspective somehow. Try not to forget your humble place, somehow, all in the balance of your time and space. Tiny water beetle was the first to cross the ocean and return with some fire in a bowl on his back. And the great bird with his wings cast the mountains from the valleys and that is how it came to be somehow. Hindsight vision is always twenty- twenty but ahead so hazy so don?t miss your turn. You can count all the stars on the canvas when your sleepy, make your wish when they decide to crash and burn.
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