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Repeat

It’s one of those days when you wake up with the little clip of your dream still running through your mind.
You tackle on your clothes.
Shrug.
Just a day.
But it’s one of those days when you trip over your own feet. Yet you manage to feel that warm smile creep on your face.
You keep on going.
Shuffle.
Just a day.
And it’s one of those days when the sparkles of sun feel cool and breezy.
You soak as much in as you can.
You pause and just breathe in the silky smoothness of the air.
Repeat.
Just a day.





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