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Monday, April 21, 2008
the shadows and sunshine beat fervently against the eggshells of protection shielding my pupils, trying in vain to pierce their vision. wispy wind lazily drawls, attempting to pull the thin layer of warmth from my chilled shoulders. a faint whiff of new cherry blossoms flirts lightly with my nose, before flitting off to a new lover. my feet move to a memorized course, rhythmically plodding at a steady beat. music of the birds floats dreamily in the airy, sunny air, uplifting and praising. spring has come. |
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❝ The only excuse for making a useless thing
is that one enjoys it immensely;
All art is useless. ❞
