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If ever I begin to forget how spectacular this life is...

When I wrongly decide that any sort of lovely experience this world has to offer costs too much money, prohibiting my participation...

Or that freedom is an utter fantasy...

I find a spot of sun and flip my hair about.

I remember; my mind is a cupboard and I stock the shelves.

Then. I commence the composition of a new "live list."

Join me.

My list is coming soon.