the lens i look through my unique reality creates my own truth
in fresh fallen snow the only sound we notice is its removal
we put up a sign oftentimes just to remind of what we should know
when we dare to dream we dare to believe we are destined for better
the painter chooses thoughtfully the colors and textures to apply
imagination is what it takes to create our reality
there is a hammer available just in case of emergency
a quiet morning allows us to be awake thinking our own thoughts
a moment frozen in time is far from static it ages with us
everything lost can be found again; under the right conditions
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