3: A moment of solitude.
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alasanonBreak things down into moments:
The whistle of a kettle--the bite of the wind on your fingers--a cat purring on your pillow--the moon, yellow as a lemondrop--February sky, blue, gray, and petal pale--the motion of the bus, stopping and starting as the traffic sludges onward--a puddle reflecting a streetlamp--the faces of your friends, encouraging you to live as you will.
The whistle of a kettle--the bite of the wind on your fingers--a cat purring on your pillow--the moon, yellow as a lemondrop--February sky, blue, gray, and petal pale--the motion of the bus, stopping and starting as the traffic sludges onward--a puddle reflecting a streetlamp--the faces of your friends, encouraging you to live as you will.
