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Well, sometimes it’s a find day isn’t it. Sometimes the skies are blue. Sometimes the air is light, easy to breathe. And there is always tomorrow…

Well, there you are. It’s not that these things happen or even that one survives them, but what makes life strange is that they are forgotten. Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies. This is what makes life so droll - the way you forget, and every day is a new day, and there’s hope for everybody, hooray….