Quietly running through my mind, little steps of wonder timidly venture forth, searching pockets of grey matter for tidbits of wisdom and hints of learning.
Awe-struck, listening with anticipation and joy to silent sounds of nature growing all around.
Innermost melodies of souls converging into a meadow of great knowledge, attaining the foremost acquiescence in the world.
Living through fascinating moments of everyday routines, calmly forgetting all in favor of peaceful listening in pockets of greyest matter.
Unafraid, unalone, within realms of all of life's moments.
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