So a girl looks out upon the world... the same world she has looked out upon on many a day...and she remembers the day. She remembers the trembling blushing softness of the sunrise... she recalls the rising warmth and the breaking beauty of the day...She thinks upon the colours felt and the colours seen. A girl looks out upon the world and she smells the lingering scents of the day as she watches the sky gently change - inexorably, unalterably, softly the day sinks and slips away. And the girl realises anew that each day is transition, and no day is forever, and though each moment seems to last endlessly, in fact the only forever is in the constant state of change... and each day the sun does its rounds, it rises, it falls, to rise again another day....
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