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Greatness.' A swollen landscape rolls, Clouds are above; dust hangs.. It billows in waves.. Sketched with strokes; from the masters hand' grains gather and dissipate, effecting An elemental Washing..' My awareness of this world is enhanced, evening falls to bring Cool and refreshing Breezes laden with mountain flora scents, till night is past.. Dawn floods in with the new day, I pick up one speck of earth and feel the weight of the World in realis ation..See enduring worth, observe micro, touch of propensity; Intensely.. Tiny in Size.. Part of all greatness...'

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Date: 2/18/2016 9:24:00 PM
What is a sum without all its parts or pain with out pleasure for everything grand is made of something small and every thing small is a grand composer and I in the end it's all relative to the beholder
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