I rode my bike down to a small, artificial lake we have here. I rode as fast as I could around the bike path, and then stopped. The sun was going down, and as twilight approached, the sun touched the clouds so that they looked like living things, floating on wings, connecting all the peoples of the world. And I knew how grand and large the world is
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Your journal entry was moving. I loved it. I wish could feel like that.
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