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I love it when the sky looks like it could explode with the infinite amount of stars it holds in its arms.
Only then, my mind wanders and I dream of everything in between.
And every beautiful day is just like the next.
The kind of beautiful which you would want to remember for a lifetime.
The kind of beautiful for which you'd carry around a camera all day and take pictures of the sun to blind yourself so you don't have to see all the sad things in the world like starving children in between a barren field.
The kind of beautiful that makes you want to wake up, throw open the windows and see something completely unfamiliar.
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