sometimes i see only in ribbons and waves and dancing through these days of life when it is always the same life but the me i use to see has new eyes. there is nothing common about an ordinary day. nothing ordinary but extra. walking south down park avenue away from castles and kings who have inscribed sidewalks with their longitude. the greatness i feel simply in the act of witnessing another ordinary day. extraordinary. in breaths and sighs of relief i can not tell if my feel hit ground from gravity or heart lifts up from levity when i am the spectacular suspension resulting.

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