He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you. - Friedrich Nietzsche


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I wake upon this beautiful day, I smell the fresh air of the early morning. The sun glazing over the stillness off the ocean and the sky, filled with colours beyond words, gliding birds sweeping over the sky, hunting for their morning blessings to survive. The silence remains with the beat of the hart,in this glorious morning. I awake in a new life. I have been reborn in this world. Thank you!

© Derek


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