August 9
I never noticed before the light in this room.
It's really bright in here.
Wow the whiteness!
Oh the dust!
Great light to be in, to create in, to read in, to breathe in.
I want to spend my days in this light.
August 10
But the moments to us are keen and dear.
They never last long enough
yet in the midst of a moment you don't think about that; that it is fleeting.
Before you think it or know it, it's gone.
Poof! It is now a memory.
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