Somewhere, right now,
a child is seeing rain for the first time;
Steam is rising from every coffee cup clutched in every
tired hand;
The wind is knocking the heads of flowers together;
You are reading this words while someone is writing their last;
So many things are happening every second
This world is so grand, maddening, and magical, and you are
a miraculous part of it
Your soul is tattooed onto this universe
So don’t you ever think that you don’t matter
D. Antoinette Foy
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