Touch a stream,
hear the lake, cry a river, smell an ocean, see the world, taste the sun, be the universe.
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hear the lake, cry a river, smell an ocean, see the world, taste the sun, be the universe.
but you must consider that the masses are composed of individuals.
Continuing that, there is no time like the past.
There is no time like the future.
There is no x like y.
Stop comparing.
Make your own unique generosity.
Simply because they tell lies.
Real life just never seems to work out so efficiently.
for that was where all the roaches were.
. . . I find it difficult to wick up.