You know what today is. Ups and downs, events, non-events, whichever rock is shining in the sky. Day after May Day. The beauty seen from the eyes that swivel around to see the road taken. It doesn’t change the depth of today. Nothing will never change today.
The Hope, the Beauty, the magical reality of blooms. It's always available, even in memory and refuses to be superceded.
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