The world glistens as if the morning dew signified the dawn of a new era. Our globe is enveloped by a comforting haze, a most inviting mist, and we all hug ourselves a little tighter, not out of any fear, but for the comfort that exists without as it manifests within.
Things slow down to a glorifying crawl, and the clock owns no importance at this time. There is nowhere to be than where we are, and to go anywhere would be purely out of whim, a magnetized pull of the soul in a general direction.
Our hopes and dreams will be realized, and there would be no conflict of dreams because we would all hope for the same thing. Somehow, life would breathe as we breathe, and we would match its rhythm as it inhales and exhales in perfect content.
That's what I wish.
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