There is beauty:
- in the grace of a street cat running along a old school hallway
- in the sound of an innocent and boisterous laughter of a three-year old child
- in the kindness of a stranger who sets stepping stones on a flood-filled street
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Is it even possible ?
But how does one know ?
What to do? What to do?
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It was an act of self-defense. To survive. It was painstakingly ministered to. It might have gotten too far though. No wonder it is being assailed. It must be corrected. How does one find the balance between the before and the now?
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Crazy time...
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