Almost good and the sun rose.
Wanted the best, trying for that ethereal perfection that floats atop mystic mountains on misty days full of dripping mystery.
Move us. Transport us with your stories of a life lived on the way to here, to this place, this morning.
When the egg is boiled and the carrots no longer conceal the key to golden roads and twisted chocolates, we are all complete.
One task. One victory. Immense satisfaction.
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