maybe someday we will run out of bad days and then all we will have left are the good days and then there will always be birds chirping outside and beautiful fall leaves in jars and garlic stuffed olives and bookshelves and chalkboard messages that make you smile instead of cry inside and lots of cream for your chai tea that is served in bone china teacups on the front porch where your grandma is already sitting because she wants to have a nice long chat about everything in the whole world with you and the sun is already warming up your toes and your hair is falling out of your hair tie just right so your vision is framed with strands of gold. and then right then you will be very glad that all the bad days are gone forever.
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a day can be good and bad. hope you have more of those
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