Winds and rain across this unique spinning rock and the pop of sky fire. Some jump and some smile and some try to be counted and some don't ever try at all. Only the rare don't ever have to count. The winds are measured and the gold is balanced but the sweet glory in effort makes most numbers zero. Whether stacking bags of trash or building cathedral walls, everyone can find a purpose. So many things to do, so many opportunities to do them. The rain feels good and even better in spring. One could read the words and move the body against gravity and air to cherish the potential in every moment. Breathe deep and strive. There's an abundance of people waiting to wake up and hear their go word. It's all meaningless unless there's meaning in anything.
Stand and strive.
one chromosome too many
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To be is to do. To do is to be. Do be do be do
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