And mean people are kind to some, sometimes.
the kindest are mean sometimes too.
The fake are as real as they can be as real can be fake.
The mistake is wasted time judging; passing judgment instead of feeling the wind
On my skin, tasting all the succulence of everything
Everyday existence is a joy, a pain a waiting for sadness of joy of spring and waking up in the morning full of thoughts and energy and restless for the day, and the day after that if we are awakened to hot coffee or a birds song.
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