Survival 

Our conscious interwoven state breaths like a beautiful new bloom photosynthesising with the ball of fire in the sky that only grows bigger with each passing day, buzzing like a child in overwhelming anticipation to consume the earth with its absolute nessacary warmth and constant reminder of survival.

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