Sunday

Day 70

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Some days are magical. 
Some days are mundane.
But every day has a spark of beauty.

The lightning illuminating the vast sky.
The crackle of spring's last snows beneath my feet.
A kiss on the forehead.
A sweet glance between friends.

In these moments, routine melts away and I really feel.
Contentment and longing, joy and melancholy.
It does not matter.
I feel alive.

My heart beats a story, a secret for the soul.
I feel the rush of the world fill my lungs with viberance.
My eyes open to a twist in my story.

Who knows where it will lead?

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