”I am you and you are me”, I will remember my daughter saying this for eternity. Whether you’re a King, a Cat or a Fly on the wall, you’re no more important, we all have our role. Every breath that went before me and every plant to come after, is part of this story of our evolution being crafted. To assume we are separate is our biggest mistake, we are one, we must love, we must give and take. So when I imagine the wonders of who I’ve become, I remember I’m not here without the stars and the sun. The beauty within, is a billion years old, every second was precious so now my story could be told.
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