Lights in the rain.
Soup.
Hot Salmon on a cold day.
Trucks.
Rulers for measuring.
Fingernails.
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I feel the earth move sunward, I join the great march onward, And take, by faith, while living, My freehold of thanksgiving. ~from "My Triumph" by John Greenleaf Whittier
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