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And remember...
If you want to lift yourself up, lift up someone else.
— Booker T. Washington (1856-1915)
Slithering, writhing, crawling, breathing, life mutates and explodes in sweet symphonies of species, a scattered circuit board of patterns; stars alight in the night sky. The gentle breeze of an Earth ablaze with lifeforms, as one we crawl through life's twisted, connected paths, to glance upon another being, then to simply pass on by. The beauty of dreams graces the blue planet, A formation of nocturnal glory to each visionary, hear the rain fall on uncaring souls, a storm this way comes. Springtime becomes Winter. Green becomes gray. The hand-print of man shows it's firm grasp upon the fading Earth. A planet withers. --- Okay so that kinda sucked, but be gentle! I had no idea where I was going when I started it, I just let my hands guide the way