My favorite days are when the haze rolls away and there's nothing before you except the innumerable threads of possibility, each one tethered to a joy so far off that, even straining all five senses together you are left with a picture just bright enough to make you say: "I'd give up everything I know just to hold this, to hold onto any one of these for a moment."
...and life is most beautiful when the hardest part lies in the choosing between wonders.
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