I live everyday as if it is new. Don't remember who I am, what I have become, what I accumulated over years...as none exists. There is only today, which has no place for the things from yesterday. The friend I meet has changed, I have a new face today, the sky is more blue, the wind is lighter.
Today is a new day.

How lovely to halt and rest – and then to go on your way,
Not frozen nor muddled, to stay fresh by flowing away.
Yesterday is past and gone – so are your words of yesterday:
How lovely to find for each new day something fresh to say.


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