Enjoying the little things

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Dear Younger Me,   If I could go back and change things I might, to undo the wrongs and make them right. But that's the thing, the very falslihood I used to believe,
It’s watching the crystal water stretch out until it touches the clear sky in North Carolina,
When the leaves rustle And the bird sings I don't need all the hustle and bustle It's the little things.   The miniscule happenings of life Like music notes through my ears they ring
Awesome. Awe-some. Inspiring of awe.  
We are black and white Light and dark Angels in halos Of the conflicting sort   I am the black Hiding in light's shadow Wishing and waiting for when I shine too  
Can you feel its' touch?
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