We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Inside dark corridors some light gets in. More light then ever to burst the prison. The end is the begining. We must start ourselvses as children somehow. We are looking more together perhaps as seeing the puns. And the rats are on the run they are. The flute plays a merry tune as the cats arrive just in time for tea.
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