The days. Some good, some bad. Start off in mood of wonder, to reach endless despair as evening falls. Commence in feeling of anger, to conclude in streams of salt. Of joy becomes sorrow, a lonely affair. Of fear becomes courage, a peak of hope. The days. The endless, ever-changing days.
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