Today, I saw a sunset and exclaimed, audibly, in a public place.
Just now, I saw my own hands and cursed them for their sloth.
Yesterday, I saw you, and I gasped at the clean quiet of you.
In a moment, I will see my words again, and sigh for how little they can do.
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